A polished, black motorcycle came to a halt in the driveway of the Puckerman household. The driver stepped off of the vehicle and took off her helmet, revealing pink strands of hair that fell wildly to her shoulders. ''What took you so long, Fabray? The others already left.''
Quinn looked to the front door and saw her best friend Noah Puckerman leaning against the door frame, a beer in one hand. ''I had to do something.'', she said nonchalantly, while walking up to him.
''Something or someone?'', he asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
Quinn simply walked past him, not bothering to answer. She didn't need to anyway. Quinn and Noah were best friends since she pushed him off the slide in elementary school (though Quinn still swore he fell on his own). They knew everything about each other. Quinn knew about Noah's very first crush, their fourth grade teacher Mrs. Romero. Noah knew about that one time when Quinn was seven and broke her jaw while trying to walk up the stairs backwards on all fours and slipped, hitting it on the pavement. Quinn knew about Noah's secret passion for math and Noah knew about Quinn's desire to make it out of Lima. They understood each other, without saying much and usually Quinn enjoyed that fact, but sometimes she felt like he knew a bit too much.
He closed the door when she walked past him and they made their way to the living room, sitting down on the couch. ''You can keep quiet all you want, but no amount of silence can cover up that huge hickey that this Frida chick probably gave you.''
''Shut. Up.'' She took a small mirror out of her leather jacket's inner pocket and inspected her neck. Noah wasn't lying, just below her jaw on the left was a rather large, dark bruise. Quinn sighed irritated. ''I told her today, that this was the last time we could be together and I guess she didn't take it as well as she said. But come on though, we're not fourteen anymore.''
Noah laughed. ''I still don't get why you broke it off with her. You were dating the daughter of the hottest teacher we ever had. That's, like, really close to the real thing!"
Quinn lightly punched her best friend on the arm. ''For the last time, we weren't dating. And I'm honestly glad it's over, she was too clingy anyway.'', she said as she took an unopened bottle of beer from the table. Noah opened it for her and she took a sip. ''How was the practice?''
He sunk deeper into the couch. ''If by practice, you mean one and a half hour of Santana and Blaine fighting about completely irrelevant things like the way Blaine's eyebrows look or how Santana walks. Honestly, I can't stand these two without you there to keep them quiet.''
The pink-haired girl rolled her eyes and put her beer on the table. ''These two have really been going at it lately. I still blame Scandals for it. Ever since they closed down and we don't hang out there anymore, Blaine and Santana have been acting like pissed little children. We really need a new place to go to.'' Quinn sunk down next to Noah and leaned her head on his shoulder.
A minute went by when Noah suddenly jerked up, looking at his best friend excitedly. ''Didn't you say that Frida told you about this new diner? It should be open by now right?''
''Yeah, it opened last week, but I haven't been there yet. Let's say check it out tomorrow?'', Quinn smiled. This could be a great opportunity to get the dynamic in their band back on track.
He nodded and took his phone out of his pocket. ''Texting them now.''