"Isn't being in a relationship with a professor illegal Fabray?"
"Isn't sleeping with a teacher illegal Puckerman?"
"Touché." Puck replied and Quinn smirked.
"For the record, student-professor relationships are actually allowed. We're adults now." Quinn informed him.
"I bet you get straight A's in that class.." Puck muttered.
"What was that?" Quinn was angry now. Her cheeks began to get red and her eyes were livid.
"Nothing." Puck mumbled, walking away.
"I am not dating my professor because I want to get good marks, I'm dating him because he's actually an intellectual person!" Quinn replied.
"And I wasn't?" Puck said, and Quinn could see the hurt in his eyes.
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"To say it in front of me?"
"For it to come across that way."
"Yeah right. I graduated with a C-. Even Finn did better than me. And look at him, he runs a glee club. And you, you're off at Yale having intellectual debates about politics with your new boyfriend. I'm nothing compared to what you guys do everyday."
Puck began to walk away, and Quinn didn't follow. She felt stuck where she stood. How could she let him feel this bad?
"Puck," she called out, and he turned around.
"I never have liked politics."
All of a sudden her feet were able to move and she found herself running towards him and embracing him.
"You aren't stupid. Not at all. Don't think that. Ever." Quinn whispered.
"Politics are boring." Puck laughed.
"I miss you. I miss us. Just being friends." Quinn said quickly.
"Maybe we should email each other more often?" Puck asked, having only received one email from Quinn over the past few months.
"Yeah. That sounds good." Quinn mumbled.
All of a sudden the bell rang and, quick as lightning, then jumped apart.
"So, email me?" Puck asked.
And Quinn nodded.
