Quinn hated cars. They were always her place of misery. An example would be running to her car when she found out she was pregnant and crying, or being in a vehicle when Finn broke up with her at a funeral, then there was her car accident that disabled her for a few months. So yeah Quinn hated cars.

She still drove her new car everywhere but was careful to avoid any miserable people. Once Santana wanted a ride after hearing about Brittany and Sam, and Quinn drove off before the latina could make her way to the car. No misery in cars.

Once back in town during the holidays Finn wanted a ride home, and she ran out of the room and to he car before he could follow her. He might bring up funerals.

Rachel tried getting a ride home and Quinn said, "Over my disabled body, which isn't disable anymore Berry, no." Rachel was just a trainwreck on legs.

So Quinn was looking to buy a new car, her old one had shit the bed, and she was with her mother who was staring at her texting on her phone. The older woman rolled her eyes. Quinn could not look at cars. It's where she last screwed her psychology teacher.

Now sitting in Rachel and Santana's apartment and watching Rachel look for keys. To the apartment, because you don't need a car in the city. "I just am so glad you finally made use of that pass you gave me..." Rachel beamed at her friend.

"Yeah it involved no cars." Quinn agreed.

"You know cars aren't bad luck, I know you were in an accident but you've driven since then and you are fine now. Not that you don't deserve to be in some sort of shock still..." Rachel sat down next to Quinn.

"I found out I was pregnant in a car. I cried about it in a car. I was dumped in a car. I got into a car accident in a car. I had sex with my professor in a car." Quinn shrugged.

"Quinn seriously, a lot of things happen in cars." Rachel said "I know you got broken up with by Finn and the accident, and your professor or...well that is a bit new, but cars are a big part of human life." Rachel said as she put her hand on Quinn's arm.

"I had sex with Santana and then left in a car, I mean it all revolves around cars." Quinn shook her had and her blond locks fell over her face.

"You had sex with Santana?" Rachel widened her eyes.

"Yeah it was good too." Quinn raised an eye brow and smiled at her friend. Rachel still had her mouth agape.

"Well as wonderful as that is Quinn, perhaps we should discuss something else." Rachel quipped, her brown eyes roaming the room.

"Aren't you screwing a male prostitute or something? And Finn?"

"I...really it isn't your business, and Brody is not a male prostitute, we just have an open relationship." Rachel said in a tight voice.

"If I had known that you not marrying Finn meant you'd turn into a diva whore monster I would've told you to jump on that ship." Quinn said in her kindest voice.

"I'm not Santana...I refuse to partake in bitchy banter." Rachel snapped as she got up.

"And this is why you are my best friend." Quinn smiled and sat back on the couch with an open arm, "That and you totally don't mind watching our old glee performances on tape."

"Okay Quinn..." Rachel smiled and sat back down with her best friend. Who still hates cars.