She doesn't even notice him at first. She strolls into the library, smiling briefly at the librarian before heading down the various aisles, dragging her finger along the spines of the books. She used to spend all her time in here sophomore year. When she was pregnant and no one would look at her, let alone entertain a conversation, she would come and sit in the library, loose herself in a story until the bell shook her back into reality. It reminded her so much of her Lucy Caboosey days, and yet it was the one thing about herself that she didn't want to change. She's lost in a memory when she turns the corner, only to walk into a table. She winces, lightly rubbing her leg, and that's when she notices him.

"Are you ok?" She looks up and meets his eyes, and has to blink a few times before she replies.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she lightly shakes her head in disbelief, "what are you doing in here, Puck?"

"Just 'cos I'm a dumbass, doesn't mean I don't know where the library is," he snaps back, because its been an emotional day and the fact that hockey playing idiot called him a Lima Loser, the exact same thing Quinn called him two years ago, is really starting to get to him.
"I don't think you're a dumbass," she replies earnestly, sliding into a seat opposite him, "You're a badass, and occasionally an ass, but never a dumbass,"

He can't help but smile at that, and so she smiles too. They look at each other for a moment, before Quinn clears her throat.

"But seriously Puck, the library?"

"Beiste got me a retake of my European geography test, I need to pass this time if I want to graduate. And I know I act like I couldn't care less, but I really do want to graduate… I figured the library was the best place to study, but… it's way too quite in here, it's creepy, like scary movie-creepy," Quinn chuckles because he's deadly serious, hesitating before speaking,

"Do you maybe want some help? You could come back to mine after glee and I could try and tutor you?"

"…Yeah, I'd like that," he smiles again, and Quinn nods, "You're not gonna try and make another baby with me though, are you?" he smirks, and she leans across the table, lightly slapping his arm.
"In your dreams, Puckerman," she stands to leave, unable to wipe away the grin on her face,

"I'm counting on it, Fabray" he calls back, earning a stern look from the librarian, but it was totally worth it.