DETENTION

When Quinn was a young child, the church her family went to would spilt mass in half for the children who attended. The first half of the mass for them would take place in a small room where they would have a new lesson each week. They were taught by a nun, and on one particular day, an obnoxious boy named Thomas had the nerve to ask how God could possibly hear all of the prayers said in the world. Quinn, appalled, as she was told never to question anything by her parents, still listened intently for the answer. Sister Mary Jo responded by telling him that they were all God's children, and that he watched over all of them; taking part in their lives. She told them to think of themselves as God's precious puppets. They accepted that answer, and as Quinn never particularly liked Thomas, she enjoyed sticking her tongue out at him. (Even if it wasn't considered ladylike.) Now that she was older, however, Quinn sometimes questioned if they all truly were on God's puppet strings. And if they were, was he constantly laughing as he pulled her stings. Clearly she was a puppet meant for humor. It was the only explanation for situations like this.

It had been around a half an hour since Kurt and Blaine arrived to begin "therapy." After five minutes of sitting through it, Quinn went back to her window. This was the part where God was obviously laughing at her. After popping off the screen, it was discovered that the window opened on an angle; one that no one normal could possibly slide out of. Afterward, she just retook her seat next to Jesse and decided to wade it out. Thankfully, she had calmed down some and was no longer freaking out as she knew that if anything dire was to happen, Kurt did have the keys to unlock the door. And okay, fine, there was a mini freakout when she realized she wasn't going to be able to run home and check on Paul Newman. He was almost twelve weeks now, but it was still rather young for a kitten to be on its own for that many hours in a day. Despite the fact that she stopped going home during her morning study hall, she still quickly drove home during lunch each day. It was the responsible thing to do. And yeah, sure, she also just really loved her kitten.

Kurt and Blaine's "therapy," if possible, was actually more laughable than Jesse's. Finn had yet to get his wish and talk about what he stayed to talk about (ha-ha) since the boyfriends refused to let any of them talk openly. Instead, they were just asking dumb questions that each one of the participants had to answer. The first question was "Greatest childhood memory?". The second was "Most embarrassing moment?". The third was "Biggest life altering moment?". The list went on like that for a while, and Jesse's expressions and whispered opinions had her chuckling at most of them. So far her favorite had to be the biggest regret one. It was priceless. It went something like this:

Finn, "I have absolutely no life what so ever, and the small life I do have is the funniest joke to ever be told so, so far my biggest regret would be lying to Rachel about sleeping with Santana. Not actually sleeping with Santana, though."

Rachel, "Well, while I actually have quite a few regrets as I continue not being able to 'get it right' as I continue to make the same asinine decisions each and every week like sending the competition to crack houses for instance, I'd say my biggest regret was kissing Noah last year. For the record, my answer has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that my boyfriend is currently sitting right next to me and answered his question by referring to a mistake he made in our relationship."

Quinn, "If I felt like being honest with any of you, I'd tell you that I pretty much regret everything because the countless amount of mistakes I've made seem to just keep piling on top of each other, but as I don't care for any of you and only mildly trust one of you, my biggest regret was falling for your stupid note earlier."

Jesse, "I have no regrets in life. Having regrets implies that you would go back and change things or make different choices given the opportunity. I love my life and refuse to believe I am capable of making mistakes. I'm sorry and ashamed of certain things I've done and said, but I regret nothing."

The only difference between the four answers was that those were Jesse's actual words.

Somewhere around the time Finn was lowering all of their IQs by answering what his best day ever was, Quinn decided that she'd had enough.

"…and the garden snake totally went back into the creek and it like-"

"Question." Quinn interrupted Finn. Kurt and Blaine both looked over at her and nodded for her to continue. They were probably happy for the intermission. "Why is it that we're the only ones here?" She gestured to the four prisoners.

"I'm not sure I follow." Kurt frowned, looking considerably more tired than when this whole thing started. They were probably boring him. Well, boo-hoo.

"Well you said it yourself. The only reason this whole get together was established was because you thought the four of us were jeopardizing New Directions with our drama."

"Yeah?"

"But isn't that just a little hypocritical of you? I mean you, Blaine, and Karofsky have been rocking the boat just as much if not more."

"Hey, that's true." Finn nodded stupidly.

"Yes, excellent point, Quinn." Rachel praised. Quinn rolled her eyes. "Kurt, why is it we've been elected to come here alone when the gay drama may have reached its breaking point?"

Kurt scoffed. "Because for starters, the problems Blaine has with Karofsky are justified and actually real as opposed to the watered down mess that you four produce. And for two, it's something that for the most part should be handled privately amongst ourselves."

"I find it entirely unfair that you can work through it at your own pace while we have to be made into a spectacle."

"Uh, no offense but I haven't spent that much time with all of you at once, and I still know pretty much everything there is to know about you guys." Blaine responded.

"Yeah because your boyfriend is a gossip." Quinn disputed.

"Quinn, don't attack my boyfriend." Kurt directed. "Believe it or not, but the rest of us rarely talk about any of you. That's right, none of you are the center of our universes. Yes, even you, Rachel. So no, Blaine is just going by what he sees. In case none of you realized this, you can all be quite selfish. You're constantly putting your mess on display."

Jesse chuckled and leaned over to his friend beside him. "He says that like you're not frustratingly guarded." He leaned back in his chair again and closed his eyes. "Wake me up when it gets interesting."

"Look, Kurt, we're sorry if you think we pull you into our problems or whatever, but you do do the same thing with Karofsky." Finn told his step-brother carefully.

"Finn, are you honestly insinuating that I made you uncomfortable over the fact that I was threatened-"

"Whoa, no. That's totally not what I meant. You know that. It just came out wrong. I meant this year."

Kurt exhaled and looked for some patience. "If it will make this session today easier for you, I'd be happy to tell you that the Karofsky situation will no longer be a problem in glee."

"He's quitting?" Rachel perked up.

"What? No. It's just I've had a long conversation with Blaine, and he's agreed to apologize."

"Wait." Finn frowned. "You're the one apologizing? Why?"

Blaine cleared his throat. "Because I haven't really been welcoming, and I've caused problems for New Directions as well by instigating confrontations with him, and Kurt's forgiven him so I should keep the peace."

Finn just turned to his step-brother. "Why are you making him apologize to that jerk? After everything he did to you?"

"Yes, Kurt, I must agree." Rachel started. "While admirable that you've forgiven him, it doesn't mean the rest of us need to welcome him with open arms."

"Ugh." Kurt grunted, aggravated. "He made a mistake. He's sorry. He's trying to figure some things out. He wants to be in glee which believe it or not may actually be a good thing. Just leave it alone. Please."

"I still don't like that he's in glee with us." Finn spoke to his girlfriend. "I really don't want to sing with him."

"Well I'm not exactly thrilled about having to share stage with someone who has homophobic opinions myself, Finn."

"It almost seems wrong."

"And yet you have no problems playing football with him." Quinn tilted her head from shoulder to shoulder, faux-frown in place. Kurt was just once again happy with a Quinnterruption. He was very close to getting in a pointless argument with Annoying Couple #1.

"Football's different." Finn argued.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? It just is. It's football. It's outside in the dirt. Guys are hitting each other."

"Oh, so it's manlier. I see. And since that Karofsky is, is it a lineman? You need him out there in the 'trenches'." She air quoted. "Football's a battlefield, right? Or should I go with some other masculinity?"

"Just stop it, alright. You're just doing this to be mean. You know why football's different. It's like the Cheerios. Things are just different outside of glee." He paused. "Besides, Kurt's not in football. I don't have to worry about Karofsky going off on anyone on the team."

Quinn laughed humorlessly. "You know, sometimes I wonder if you even hear yourself speak."

"Doubtful." Jesse muttered, eyes still closed. "I think most people were created with the automatic response to tuning out idiocy. I'm sure Finn goes deaf when speaking."

"Can we maybe just get back to the questions?" Blaine asked them all, really not looking forward to an argument. That wasn't the point of bringing them here. This was supposed to be a settlement.

"God, yes." Kurt flipped through his index cards, because yes, they came equipped with index cards. "Okay, your least fav-"

"Kurt?"

"Yes, Rachel?"

"Um, well, I don't want to offend you or Blaine because the two of you obviously came prepared, and I actually rather admire your organizational skills you've both proven here to-"

"Rachel…Please."

"Right, well not that I'm against your approach per se, I just think it would be much more beneficial for our pseudo therapy to be handled a little…differently."

"Different how?"

"Um, for instance, I think we should dispense with the questionnaire." She spoke quickly to no avail. Both boys still looked slightly offended. "It's tiring, and I see no purpose in it other than to delay speaking about what's really going on here."

"Fine. Then what do you suggest we do instead?"

"Perhaps we should just, as you might say, cut to the chase."

"No, I would never say that."

"I'm just suggesting that we maybe ask questions that have some relevance. I enjoyed learning that Jesse's scariest moment was when he feared not being able to beat his own karaoke score thus fearing he couldn't compete with himself, but it's not exactly useful information."

"Rachel, it's not supposed to be useful." Blaine explained. "Yesterday at the glee meeting, we decided it'd be best to try and get you guys to bond a little first before we really go into it with you and your problems."

"She may have a point, though." Kurt shrugged. Blaine just gave him a questioning glance. "Look, I know we had a plan, but this is incredibly boring. I don't care that Finn's first crush was Kimberly the pink ranger. Let's get to something interesting." He turned back to his friend. "Rachel, you have free rein to ask away."

"Thank you, Kurt." She nodded once and turned in her seat. "Quinn, why have you gone back to resenting me? I thought we reached some sort of a truce after our duet a few weeks ago."

"Oooo, good one."

"Thank you, Kurt." The two looked to the blonde in the room for a response.

"I thought that would've been obvious." Quinn shrugged. "If you were remotely likable, there would be no problems between us." She sent Rachel her practiced polite-smile. Rachel opted to sigh instead of respond. She was looking for an actual response from the girl; not a prompt for yet another spat between them.

"I want to talk about Jesse." Finn repeated his earlier wishes.

Jesse sat up in his chair, reopening his eyes. "Oh goodie."

Finn ignored him and turned down toward his girlfriend. "I want to know why you want him here, really."

She sighed again. "Finn, we've discussed this."

"Yeah, but I can't help but feel that you're being less than honest with me, and I don't want us to lie to each other ever, Rachel."

Jesse leaned over to Quinn, perplexed. "Wasn't his regret about lying?" She dismissed the question with a shake of her head.

"Finn, I'm sorry if you have trouble believing that I truly only want Jesse here for New Directions' success." Rachel continued speaking to the football player.

"Because you don't think I could do it."

"I never said that, but if you want us to be honest, then you need to accept that I do think Jesse will do a better job than you would. Jesse knows more about how to run a winning show choir, and truthfully, you don't always seem to care about the art of performing."

"That's such bull, Rachel, and you know it. I've put glee before a lot of stuff in the last two years. I even wrote you a song last year."

"You've misunderstood me. Jesse lives for the stage and the spotlight with the same dedication that I do. You sing because you like doing so. I sing because it's who I am. Jesse's the same way. With him in the helm leading us, there's virtually no way we can lose again this year."

"So basically what you're saying is that he knows you better than I do."

"No, not at all. But I do have things in common with him that I don't share with you. Jesse and I are just friends."

"People aren't just friends with their exes."

Jesse looked back to Quinn. "Do you think Principal Figgins would let me install a popcorn machine in here? I feel it's necessary for moments like this."

Finn snapped to his right. "Do you always have to be such a jerk?"

"No, it's just that I happen to find your problems in life to be terribly amusing." Jesse simplified.

"Yeah, because you're the one causing them."

Jesse observed the other boy for a second before releasing a small, mocking grin. "It must kill you, doesn't it?"

"What?"

"Well, it's just that I haven't actually done anything since coming back last year. There's really nothing for you to even get mad at. I haven't attacked you. I haven't tried to break you and Rachel up. I haven't even pursued her. All I've done is apologize and respect her. And that must kill you." He paused to soak in this new discovery some more. "Every time you stomp around like a toddler or voice an insecurity it just makes you look even more pathetic and stupid than you already do."

"Jesse, please." Rachel tilted her head, pleading with him to stop.

"He's the one who wanted to talk. We're just talking." He smirked innocently.

"Whatever." Finn shook his head. "You're such a liar. You haven't done anything to me? Seriously? You mean like taking my spot in glee-"

"I don't know how many more times we need to go through this. You can't dance, and there are several male vocals in glee better than yours. That's the only reason I've demoted you."

"Really? Well then why did Mr. Schue make me lead? You're just doing this because you're jealous that she picked me."

"Mr. Schuester made you lead because Kurt is a soprano, and Artie is in a wheelchair, and you were the first boy to join. I can guarantee without a doubt that if Puck joined first or if Artie could walk like the rest of us, you never would've been made lead. And if you were, then Schuester was even dumber than I first thought. Though I'll never understand her reasoning, it has nothing to do with Rachel picking you over me."

"It's easy to understand. I love her, and she loves me. There's not really anything more to it."

"Yes. Why, though? I mean I completely understand why you or anyone else would love her, but the question I would like answered is what exactly does she see in you? Now may be the perfect moment to figure this out because not only is Rachel here to answer, but we also have Kurt." Jesse looked over at him. "I hear you once liked the boy so perhaps you can give us some insight. I'd ask Quinn but I'm pretty sure I already know her answer."

"I'm staying out of this." Kurt held up his hands and walked closer over to Blaine.

"Fine then." Jesse faced Rachel again. "Rachel, I guess this is all on you. Why do you love Finn?"

All eyes in the room shifted over to her as everyone was genuinely curious of her answer. They watched her open her mouth a few times to stutter out a response before finally looking over at her ex-boyfriend. "Jesse, why are you asking me this?"

"Because it's a legitimate question I think everyone would like to hear the answer to. Honestly, if you're so in love with him, it shouldn't be that hard to answer."

Rachel looked back and forth from each one of their faces trying to find an ally. Even Finn looked to be demanding some sort of reply. Finally, she found some of her Berry resolve. "I love Finn because he's sweet and a gentleman-" Rachel paused at the snort that was heard through the room.

Quinn cleared her throat. "Sorry." She muttered through a smile and stood up from her seat. She walked over to the white board to begin doing something. Anything. What Jesse was asking had nothing to do with her, and she had no desire to hear the predictable responses from Rachel on why she loved her boyfriend.

Quinn began drawing what was supposed to be a cartoonish Sue Sylvester, and Rachel began her list of what she loved about Finn. Somehow this was supposed to translate into why she loved Finn. Quinn thinks the girl may have misunderstood the question. Either way, Quinn probably could have mouthed along with the answer anyway. Rachel loved Finn because he was respectable, considerate, caring, sensitive, smart (in his own way), cute, charming, talented, etc. All opinions easily disputed by facts coming from Jesse of course. The arguments between the three went on for a few more minutes, and Quinn took the time to not laugh and read the choir room's clock. They had been here for very close to a full class period already.

"Quinn? Something funny over there?" Jesse sniped, looking over to his friend. He was getting a little tired of all of her stifled snickers. She should respect how important this is to him.

"It's just the fact that the three of you think you're in love with each other is actually really funny when you think about it." Quinn shrugged lightly, turning around from the board. "True love is about sacrifice and putting someone else ahead of yourself. It's unconditional." She knew this as she has yet to witness it. "That's the direct opposite of you do. Because two of you live in fantasy worlds and the other one is the equivalent of a living crash dummy, let me clear something up. What the three of you have between you is not a love story. All you have are two floundering high school relationships." She also knew this as she was desperately trying to get over the whole concept of high school.

The three looked at her as if they had never heard of something so fictitious in their lives. It was no surprise that this possibility had never occurred to any of them before now. Quinn just turned back to her drawing.

"And on that note, now would be a good time to go back to the questions, yes?" Kurt smiled brightly, trying to change the mood, and reshuffled through his stack of cards.

Jesse kept from rolling his eyes at this and crossed the room over to where Quinn was. He picked up a marker next to her and began coloring in what she already had sketched out.

"So I have this new theory that at some point I died last year, and all of this therapy is my penance in hell." She informed.

"Oh Quinn, that's impossible. Think about it. If this was hell do you really think I would have gotten you a kitten? I would have got you an annoying pet. Something loud and useless like a bird." The pair paused as there were two audible gasps behind them. The turned around and found a baffled looking Kurt and Blaine. "Oh look, I seem to have offended someone. Color me shocked."

They were dead. All six of them were flat out dead, and that was to not be argued. They had spent another large chunk of a class period here together. Rachel complained that they were all going to have unexcused absences for this hour, and Finn sheepishly told her that he already had one for the hour before this as well. (It wasn't his fault Andy Samberg wasn't really here.) Once Rachel was finished, Kurt and Blaine continued asking their card questions until they ran out of cards. When they still wouldn't open the door to let them leave, Quinn decided to try and open the door herself. Apparently she was really handy with a nail file. Jesse found watching her rifle through his desk, looking for a nail file to be incredibly humorous; especially when all she found workable was a letter opener.

Rachel refused to believe that Quinn knew how to do this and asked her to stop being irrational. Quinn retorted by telling Rachel to go ask Puck who broke into his locker for lunch money when she was pregnant or to go ask Brittany who opens her locker every time the bubbly blonde forgets her newest combination. Rachel replied by glaring at Kurt and saying that she couldn't exactly go ask them anything, and because she was clearly agitated as they all were, Rachel then went on a diatribe about how she refused to believe even Sue Sylvester was that insane. Obviously Quinn and Santana and every other cheerio to grace this earth were liars. The Cheerios did not do things like prison escape drills. Quinn's response:

"I didn't learn this from Cheerios." She refuted and tinkered with the lock as locker tinkers are known to do. "When I was a kid, Mommy and Daddy would have cocktails downstairs with the Larsons, and they'd make my older sister watch me. We never got along for whatever reasons sisters don't get along." She paused to roll her eyes and shifted her hand position. "So she and her friends would do things like lock me in her closet which understandably freaked me out. Anyway, after some practice, I got pretty good at doing stuff like this."

Jesse also found this to be very funny. He loved hearing of Fabray Dysfunction. It was absolutely delicious. Clearly meant for a thriller novel. Unfortunately, that's all he got, and Quinn lost the battle with the lock. She claimed it was because it was a stupid lock, one that their school shouldn't even have anymore. Years ago, when everyone in the country was freaking out about school shootings, all schools were supposed to get metal detectors and automatic locks on classroom doors that locked the second the door shut. They could freely be opened from the inside by simply twisting the doorknob, but from the outside they needed a key. Suffice to say, McKinley couldn't afford these additions and has yet to install them. McKinley was still able to afford stocking two large slushie machines in its cafeteria daily, though. Go figure.

So, here they all were, twenty minutes later. Dead. Finn was still frustrated with Jesse's decision to go on existing and Rachel being fine with it. Rachel was frustrated about not having the nerve or opportunity to ask any questions. Quinn was frustrated with just being in the same room with all of them. And Jesse was frustrated with their supposed "therapists." Honestly, they were giving Jesse St. Psychologist (Because yes, he finally grasped the difference.) a bad name. How could they mismanage their time, fail at providing help once running out of questions, and still hold them captive? Why if Jesse had ever attempted to do that with Quinn, he was sure he'd be six feet under somewhere. Actually, that was probably being generous. She'd never dig a grave. He'd be out to sea somewhere in Lake Erie.

"Kurt, may I ask why we're still here?" Rachel questioned her friend. "You said that after we talked that you would let us go."

Blaine jumped in to answer surely. "Yeah, but you guys haven't really talked about anything."

"Rachel, we brought you four here to solve and work through your issues. You haven't done that." Kurt continued off from his boyfriend.

"So we're just going to sit here until we die then?"

"I'd argue that we're already dead, and Quinn's hell theory is in full effect." Jesse offered.

Rachel's eyes returned to Kurt. "Finn, Jesse, and I have come to an understanding. We talked earlier."

"And how exactly was it different than any other conversation the three of you have ever had?" Quinn tiredly stood up. She needed to erase her earlier sketch. The Sue cartoon was beginning to glare at her. It was probably going to start yelling any moment now.

"She brings up a good point." Kurt shrugged.

Rachel huffed. "Fine. Then I would like to reiterate my question from earlier. Quinn, why have you gone back to resenting me?"

Quinn didn't turn around and just continued to slowly erase her drawing. Background stick-cheerio after background stick-cheerio. "I thought we already answered this."

"Yes, but I would prefer a real answer." Rachel amended. "We were…friends last year before everything happened with Finn. I mean we talked about the adoption and…" Quinn momentarily stopped erasing and tensed on instinct.

"Look, I hate you, you hate me. Riddle solved." She taunted, erasing a little bit quicker now.

Rachel primly stood from her chair, smoothing out her skirt. "I don't hate you."

"No, of course you don't. You're Rachel Berry." Quinn took a step back to admire her work and make sure that the entire board was once again blank.

Rachel took a little Berry step closer and nervously played with her hands. "It's just…It seems like every time we take a step forward, you drag us five steps back, and I don't know why."

When Quinn finally turned around, the look in her eye told Rachel that her previous statement was the wrong one. She was now dealing with her least favorite Quinn which translated into evil and uncaring Quinn.

"Oh that's right." Quinn smiled viciously. "You never cause any problems for yourself. I almost forgot who I was talking to. Rachel Victim Berry. She's about four feet tall, can sing, and is drowning in a relationship with Finn Victim Hudson. I remember now." She jokingly nodded to herself.

"Quinn, there's no need to get hostile."

"Finn and Rachel. What can be said about Finn and Rachel?" Quinn mockingly put a finger to her chin, frown on her face. "Hmm, well how about that all the problems in their relationship can be attributed to other people. Obviously, the only reason Finn didn't immediately fall into Rachel's arms was because I was in the way. And well, gosh, the first time they 'broke up' had nothing to do with them. In fact, if I remember correctly it was because some guy named Jesse St. James broke them up. Oh and the year after that, oh well. Please, that break up was Puck and Santana's fault. Oh and when they didn't get back together right away, it was because I was completely plotting against them."

"Quinn, I do believe you're abusing sarcasm at this point." Jesse told her dryly.

"But that's exactly how it all happened from their perspective. Because see, about this Finn and Rachel, they never do anything wrong. They're perfect. They never hurt anyone. And they never are the cause of their own problems."

These words erased Rachel's nerves. "You're such a hypocrite." She took a big, angry, storm-out Berry step closer. "You've never once owned up to your mistakes. You've never apologized for anything."

"And what is it I should be apologizing for? That I've tormented you in the past? Okay, fine. I'll admit to that. Anything else?" She played dumb now. "Oh come on, Rachel. There's nothing else that you blame me for? Or hate me, well not hate because you could never hate anyone, so how about generally dislike me for? There has to be something. I can practically hear it already."

Rachel bit her tongue and tried to not give Quinn what she was looking for. But Rachel was terrible at not saying what was on her mind. "Whether you want to admit to it or not, you came between my relationship with Finn last year."

"And there it is." Quinn nodded before circling around the other girl. "The world revolves around Rachel, and Rachel's world revolves around Finn."

"How did you get like this, Quinn? Why are you being so mean?"

"Oh at this point, why not?" Quinn stopped, backing up some feet. "It's what's expected."

This set Rachel off again. "Now who's playing victim? You're a coward. It must be so much easier for you to behave like this. To be so callous and closed off. It makes sense as you would nev-"

"Oh, God!" Quinn snapped before taking a deep breath. "Do you want to know why I can't bring myself to ever be friends with you? It's because you are so magnificently pathetic."

Rachel's pride from calling out Quinn diminished off her face, and Finn went to move forward and put a stop to this. His butt got about an inch above his chair before Jesse had his hand on Finn's shoulder and was sitting him back down. Finn gave him a questioning slash offended look, and Jesse shook his head as a warning. Finn clearly didn't understand why, so Jesse just turned back to watching Quinn carry on.

"When this year is over with, you get to leave. You get to go wherever it is you choose to go and do whatever it is you choose do. And yet you waste all of your energy on a boy. A boy you can't even answer the simple question about why you love him."

"I already told everyone here why I love Finn." Rachel disputed.

"No you didn't." Quinn returned quietly, eerily even as she took a few steps back closer. "You gave a response that was good enough to placate the room, but you didn't answer. Really, you might want to work on that a little more because as of now, no one knows." She stopped walking. "In fact, why don't you try answering it again? I would prefer a real answer." She smirked.

Rachel once again opened and closed her mouth like some river fish before not coming up with any response.

"No? Should we guess?"

"Quinn, that's enough." Finn did interrupt this time, and Jesse stopped him again. Jesse wanted to watch this. To him, this was just getting interesting, and it's not like it would've mattered anyway. Quinn was ignoring them and continuing on with her show.

"Let's see, is it because he's popular and loved throughout the school? No, you're not shallow enough for that to be the reason." She shook her head and began walking around the room, thinking out loud derisively. "Then how about this one? Maybe it's because he's the first person I'm guessing outside of your family that liked talking to you. But no that can't be it because you have friends now." She paused her pace near Kurt and Blaine to prove her point before picking it up again. "It can't be because he's your only possible 'male lead.' Jesse is more than capable of filling that role." This time she briefly paused in front of her friend. "So what can it be?" She playfully frowned before smiling brilliantly. "Oh, I know. Could it perchance be that you realize you've wasted two years pining over someone who isn't worth it? I mean you have to know this. You're certainly not dumb by any means. It would suck to come to that conclusion."

"Quinn, I'm truly sorry about what took place last year and that Finn was confused. I'm sorry that we both hurt you because, despite what you'd like to believe, I do realize that we did. Perhaps this therapy session would be a good time to work through any residual feelings you ma-"

"Feelings?" Quinn deadpanned. This was too good.

"Well, you're clearly upset over Finn and I being together. One would assume that you still wanted to be with Finn."

"No, actually, I've grown to hate what he is!"

Rachel flinched at the outburst. Now she was dealing with angry Quinn. Well at least this one was more predictable.

"I hate that he's the biggest hypocrite I've ever met which is really saying something because I've met quite a few." She assured. "If you cheat on Finn, you're the worst person that ever lived and are deservingly dumped. Oh but if he wants to cheat on you or help you cheat on someone else, it's perfectly fine. Because everything needs to happen on his time." She swallowed down what felt like another outburst before continuing on as calmly as she could. "I asked him. I asked him to work through his feelings for you, but the moment Sam broke up with me I guess that request wasn't warranted anymore. What Finn wants Finn gets when Finn wants it. No one else matters. And the worst part is that he doesn't even see any of this." She shook her head and put the mock-frown back on. "Date Quinn when I want to date Quinn. Dump Quinn went I want to date Rachel. Don't consider what everyone else involved might want. It doesn't matter because I know Rachel will be waiting for me when I eventually change my mind and want her back. I'm all she's ever wanted, and she's totally just waiting around for me." She paused. "And what do you know, that's exactly what happened."

Rachel tentatively moved closer to the other girl. "Quinn, I understand that you're hurt, but all of that is in the past now."

Quinn sighed heavily. "And once again she misses the point." She shook her head and turned to Kurt. "We've answered all of your questions, and now we've actually talked so go unlock the door." When he made no move to go anywhere, Quinn headed over to him.

Rachel followed the few steps after her. "No, I want to know what point I'm missing here."

"Give me the keys." Quinn held out her hand in front of Kurt.

Rachel accessed her own insulting tone. "What is this Fabray wisdom you hold?"

"Keys."

"Please, Quinn. You've shared this much." Rachel continued on in the same tone.

Quinn quickly spun to her right and the incessant, little person next to her. "You're better than him." She tried to tell her as convincingly as she could. Rachel just continued to stare openly. Quinn hated when she stared. It was annoying. "Finn is Lima. Why would you want to tie yourself to him?"

Rachel inhaled and tried to think up the perfect response to once more refute everything until something else occurred to her. She shifted her gaze back up to Quinn. "Why would you?" She challenged, and Quinn lost both some posture and some fire within her eyes. For a second, Rachel thought that perhaps real Quinn would make an appearance as she occasionally did in these confrontations. But her hypothesis went unanswered because of a knock sounding through the room.

"Hey man, everyone alive in there or what?" They all recognized Puck's voice through the door.

Kurt wasn't sure how any of them were going to (had already, whatever) pull it off, but the gleeks were all supposed to leave their final class early to come meet up with Kurt and Blaine in the choir room before glee started today. Of course, Four Square weren't still supposed to be there. "Therapy" was supposed to be finished during lunch, and everyone was supposed to be cured by now.

"Excuse me." Kurt spoke awkwardly, and walked over to the door. He twisted the key then reached down and turned the knob. In came what seemed to be most of the glee club, and Quinn took her opening. She squeezed and rushed through the crowd coming in.

"Quinn." Rachel called after her and took a step forward before a hand grabbed her elbow. Jesse let go and followed out after his friend.

"Rach, you okay?" Finn put a comforting hand on his girlfriend's shoulder.

Rachel composed herself and nodded, now looking up at him. "I'd just really like it if you could take me home now."

"Sure." He led her out of the door, and the gleeks watched on before turning to face resident gayland. They looked a tad wary.

"If it's any consolation, I don't think we made it worse." Kurt put on his best smile.

Santana glared, crossing her arms. "See, I knew I should've been the one playing therapist. Instead, you all wanted to go with gay and perky."

"What are you talking about?" Mercedes scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You didn't want anything to do with this."

Sam grabbed his girlfriend's hand to calm her down before the dueting pair got anymore into it. "Just what happened?" He asked Kurt and Blaine.

"Nothing really." Blaine shrugged. "We did exactly what we planned, it's just…"

"Just?"

"I think we all may have underestimated some things." Kurt explained. "Namely the drama that is Rachel and Quinn. Anyhow, I don't believe any of them will be returning today so we should probably just start practice ourselves. I'll leave a note telling them we're in the auditorium just in case."

"That's fine, but we better not go through those pre-practice workouts." Mike clarified, and they all shuddered in agreement.

"Quinn. Quinn!" Jesse followed Quinn through the back doors of the school and into the parking lot. "While I know that I'm further advanced than most men my age when it comes to physical fitness, I don't exactly enjoy chasing after you." He told her, and she eventually stopped a few lanes away from her car. "Thank you."

"I forgot my keys." She sighed. In her haste to escape she forgot that cars actually needed keys to be started, and because she's such a genius, her keys were currently sitting in her purse inside of her locker.

Quinn spun around to go back inside but got nowhere as Jesse grabbed onto her arm. He tugged until she was looking at him again. She immediately recognized and loathed the look her was giving her. He had given it to her plenty of times over the summer. It was his 'explain it to me' look.

"I don't want to talk anymore." She said softly.

"Okay. Then we'll just go to your home and watch a movie. I'm thinking classic horror." He frowned. "Or perhaps a vulgar comedy produced by the Wayans Brothers."

"I'd rather just been alone."

Jesse chuckled. "Since when am I interested in what you want?" She groaned in response, and he swung his arm around her shoulder to drag her back inside for her keys.

It was simple. They'd go home, and he'd make her sit through something as poisoning as White Chicks, ensuring she'd be delirious with stupidity and willing to talk. Then they'd talk about it and put it behind them. If this wasn't the case and the little traffic cones of New Directions destroyed any progress that he has made with Quinn over the last four months, then he was going to find the nearest Borders and buy a book on Navy Seal training.