"I think it's best if our relationship is over."

3 days ago, Quinn Fabray said those 9 words to her Yale professor, who she had been dating for a month. She decided it was best that they weren't a couple. He was almost twice her age, and he tasted like an ashtray whenever she kissed him. Nasty.

And there was the fact that she would have to deal with major consequences if somebody found out and told the headmaster. She would be kicked out, and he would be fired. She didn't want a bad reputation.

Santana had also convinced her to break up with him, and was proud of Quinn when she finally ended things with him.

Everyone's in a relationship now, Quinn thought to herself. Santana is back with Britt, Kurt and Blaine got back together, Finn and Rachel are together again. Jesus Christ. Who isn't in a relationship?

Then 1 name popped up into her mind: Noah Puckerman.

Was he with someone? She hadn't contacted him for a while. She hadn't told him she was single again. Should she let him know? Would he think she liked him? She didn't want him to think she liked him. She didn't like him that way.

Well, maybe she did.

She always had strong feelings for him (though they weren't always romantic) ever since sophomore year when she was pregnant with his child after a one-night stand.

She didn't want to admit to him how she still kind of liked him. When her, Puck, Mercedes, Finn, Mike, and Santana reunited for Thanksgiving at breadstiX, she and Puck had talked for hours afterwards. They went to a bar and just talked about how their lives were going, and she realized she still had feelings for him. When she told him she was dating her professor, he had this sad look on her face, and he told her he was disappointed. They only talked once after that, and that was when they were saying goodbyes, since she was leaving to go back to Yale.

Should I text him? Or does he hate me, Quinn wondered.

She didn't care; she wanted to talk to him now.

Hey Puckerman.

She waited for a text back.

She didn't care if she had to wait 5 minutes, 5 hours, or 5 days, she just needed a response.

Sup MILF.

Quinn grinned at Puck's text, he called her that occasionally back in high school. It was nice that he was bringing back memories.

So I broke up with my professor, she typed.

Puck responded. You finally dumped that bastard. I was waiting for you to come back to me ;)

Quinn shook her head as she read his text.

I'm not trying to get back together with you. I just thought you would like to know since you were so disappointed in me for dating him. And, I think we should meet up back in Lima soon. I miss talking to you in person, Quinn wrote back.

Well, I'm not busy for the next 3 weeks, Puck texted.

Really? You don't have some hot date planned? Quinn wrote back.

Quinn raised an eyebrow at his next text: Nope. The Puckersaurus is too hot for these LA women.

Quinn smiled as she typed. You keep telling yourself that, Puck.

They eventually made plans to meet up in a week, she had her winter break and Puck said he wasn't busy for a long while. Needless to say, Quinn hadn't been more excited in her life.

I'm not sure if I'll think of the rest of the story, or leave it to your imagination. I guess we'll find out :) Thanks for reading 3