"Did I do something wrong, Q?"

Quinn holds the phone against her, now hot, cheek.

"No, I just think that while I'm here, I want to just focus on these two online classes and getting a job for the summer. I'll feel bad when I forget to call you or don't hear from you or can't visit." Conor doesn't say anything. "Just until we're back at school and I-"

"What is the point then? Basically what you're saying is I'm inconveniencing you or that it's too hard to keep in touch because we're too far away. What's gonna happen when we graduate in two years? You just gonna dump me after I get my diploma?"

"Oh my God, that is not it. I just think we need some space and I just want to be alone this summer that's all. I'm not breaking up with you, just taking a small break, for three months."

"Whatever, Quinn. If that's what you want. See you at Yale."

Click.

Quinn looks at her phone angrily and slams it on her desk. A few moments later she picks it back up and texts Rachel:

Quinn- I did it.

Rachel- Did what?

Quinn- Me and Conor are on a break.

Rachel- Oh really?! How'd he take it?

Quinn- I think that was the first time he was mad at me. So it's reassuring that that is actually possible.

Rachel- LOL. Me Jesse, Eli, Santana, Britt and Puck are about to go get pizza, you wanna come?

Quinn- Yeah.

Rachel- Okay, San will pick you up in ten minutes.

-Quinn gets in the back seat next to Puck

"Lady Fabray leaves her house?!"

Quinn playfully slaps Puck's arm.

"So where are we going anyway?"

Santana looks at Quinn in the rearview mirror, "Mario's. Pizza, a bar, a pool table and darts…can't go wrong."

Brittany grabs Santana's right hand, Quinn takes notice.

FLASHBACK—

It is winter in New Haven, snow on the ground and it is freezing out. Quinn and Puck run out of the coffee shop, bundled up, and into Puck's truck. Puck starts the engine and turns the heat all the way up. He begins driving down the road, noticing Quinn rubbing her hands together and against her legs to keep warm. He reaches over and grabs Quinn's hands with his right hand, instantly warming them up. She grabs his hand with both of hers and kisses it.

END OF FLASHBACK—

"Quinn you coming?"

Puck yells to her and she gets out of the car.

-They're all sitting at a table, Jesse, Rachel and the baby are there now too. Three pies of pizza, and three pitchers of beer. Everyone is feeling a bit loose, and laughing at everything. Puck gets up and points at Jesse.

"You and me St. James. I want a rematch."

He walks over to the pool table and Jesse follows. Rachel moves her seat so she's directly next to Quinn and across from Santana and Brittany.

"So did you tell them?"

"Tell us what?" Santana looks at Quinn.

"It's nothing." Quinn looks at Rachel with wide eyes. Rachel shrugs.

"Fabray, spill."

"Nothing, me and Conor are just taking a little break." She sees all of their eyes light up. "Just until Yale."

Santana rolls her eyes. "But you're free to hook up with other people?" Santana looks at Puck and then at Quinn.

"Santana, don't even think of telling Puck."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want him to get his hopes up or think I did this because of him."

"Mmhmm."

-Rachel and Jesse call it a night, Rachel is the only sober one.

"I have two seats next to Eli for anyone-"

"Oh that's for us!"

Santana and Brittany scream and race out to the parking lot. Quinn looks shocked.

"Um, what about us?"

Santana rolls down her window, "It's a ten minute walk, you'll be fine. Plus you two should catch up."

Quinn looks at Puck, he just shrugs. She starts walking and he quickly jog to catch up.

"So what've you been up to?" Quinn shoves her hands in her jacket pocket and continues to walk. "Quinn, I thought we said we were going to try to be friends?" She continues to walk at a steady pace. "Would you slow down?" He grabs her arm and she stops walking. She fixes her hair and sighs. She shakes her head and looks at Puck.

"Maybe you were right, maybe it is too hard." She shrugs and starts walking again.

"Okay so what can we do to fix that? You really want me out of your life for good?" She stops walking again.

"Of course not, Puck. I have wanted to see you for the past year. I've missed you, probably more than you can imagine; but you left. This is what YOU wanted."

"You know this is not what I wanted, I just was tired of letting you down, and hurting you." Quinn shakes her head and stops walking to look at him.

"So you thought leaving, THAT wouldn't hurt me, but staying with me, the person who loved you with every part of their soul, that would hurt me? I don't buy it." He stops a few houses away from Quinn's and sits on the curb.

"You don't have to buy it, Quinn. I was tired of fighting, I was tired of missing you. Even when I was home from active duty, you were busy with school. We both were too busy to even have a date or watch a movie. You were exhausted from juggling school, and worrying about me, skyping with me at 3 in the morning." Quinn sits next to him on the curb "I just don't think our timing was right, Quinn. Call me a coward, I do everyday, but if leaving you meant a chance for you to be happy, then I had to do it. Because no matter how much you loved me and wanted to be with me, you weren't happy, Quinn. And if you say you were then man did you have a way to show it." Quinn sighs.

"I remember being stressed from school, and yes keeping up with our opposite schedules was grueling. But you did make me happy, Puck and just because maybe for the last five months I was a little preoccupied, didn't mean I wanted to break up." Puck reaches over and grabs her hand. She looks at him.

"I'm sorry, Quinn. I regret it everyday, but I can't go back. No matter how much I want to, I can't change what I did to you." Puck lets go of her hand and Quinn looks down at her shoes. "But at least you're happy now. And even though it makes me want to throw myself in front of a moving train, I'm glad Conor can make you happy. That's all I've ever wanted."

Quinn looks into his eyes, he gives her a warm smile and shrugs. She looks at his lips and then back into his eyes. She cups his face and rubs his cheek with her thumb. She leans in closer and connects her lips with his. Puck is completely shell shocked, but responds immediately. He deepens the kiss with his tongue, which Quinn grants entrance to. After several moments of making out, Puck pulls away and stares at Quinn, confusingly.

"What are we doing?"