Ughh, sorry for the horrible suckage that is my writing...

-PQ-

Quinn's flight left at 10:15 that same night. She rushed to the airport her face flushed with the thought of leaving this place. She checked her bags quickly and then sat down in her gate, letting her heart slowdown from thumping. When the time came she boarded her plane. She leaned against the seat, her eyes began to flutter, and her lids became heavy. She yawned and let a sweet sleep overtake her. She awoke when the flight attendant announced they had arrived in Columbus. By the time she had gathered her bags and hailed a taxi, it was close to midnight. The driver loaded her bags and headed toward Lima. It was 1:45 when she arrived at Finn and Rachel's house. She paid and thanked the driver and hauled her bags to the door. She rang the doorbell at least three times before she heard some shuffling and then a loud thump.

"…Shit. I'm coming, coming."

Finn opened the door sleepily and Quinn noticed he was holding his left foot.

"Quinn, what are you doing here?" Finn looked around and then down at her bag "…where's Adam?"

Quinn felt the emotions rise within her. Tears sprang to her eyes and her heart's ache returned. That's when Quinn lost it; she started bawling and couldn't stop.

Finn stood there with his mouth dangling open, gaping at the beautiful girl weeping in front of him.

"Aw, dammit Q, c'mon in."

Quinn shuffled into their home and looked around. It was unbelievably cozy; she saw pictures of Finn and Rachel everywhere. There were framed Broadway posters and playbills neatly displayed on the walls. She also noticed a lamp lying on the ground and figured that was the thump she'd heard from earlier. Finn was at a loss, he was completely clueless when it came to crying girls. He started to turn away and walk towards the bedroom.

"Ok, ok. Just hold on, I'll go get Rachel."

Minutes later Rachel stumbled into the living room

"Finn, what? You're not making any sense. I can't understand a word you're saying."

Then Rachel looked around and saw Quinn sobbing on their couch.

"Finn! What the hell did you do?"

Rachel slapped Finn on the arm and rushed over to Quinn.

"Quinn, what happened, what did Finn do?"

"I didn't do anything! She was outside, I asked where Adam was and then she started crying."

Rachel looked at Finn, rolled her eyes then turned back to Quinn

"Quinn, what's going on?"

Quinn could only utter out broken fragments

"Adam", "secretary", and "cheating" were the only things Rachel needed to hear to understand

'Oh honey! No, I'm so sorry. How could he do that?"

"You've got me" Quinn sputtered out "I found him last night and then I went home and came here. I'm so sorry to barge in on you like this."

"Sweetheart, you're fine. We're always here for you."

Rachel rubbed soothing circles on Quinn's back before she got up and walked into the kitchen as Finn followed

"Finn call Noah"

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm positive. Just do it."

Rachel returned and Quinn had finally stopped crying. Rachel had brought a cup of tea and a bowl of coffee ice cream with brownie bits, Quinn's favorite. Quinn rejected the tea but greedily accepted the ice cream. Rachel and Quinn discussed the situation for a good 40 minutes until the doorbell rang. Finn answered it and Puck rushed in

"What happened? What's so damn important? Is everyth-?"

He stopped short when he saw Quinn all red and puffy-eyed on the couch. He rushed over to Quinn and stared at her with imploring eyes. Quinn stood up and quickly shoved herself into Puck. She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso. Puck breathed in deeply as his body readily accepted the warmth from her hug. Puck then wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close as she started to cry again. Rachel stood up walked over to Finn and started dragging them back to their room.

"C'mon honey, let's give them some time alone" Rachel whispered as Finn agreed and they left.

Once Quinn had stopped crying and they had sat down on the couch. She explained the whole situation and could barely make it through without bursting in sobs yet again. When she finished, Puck began to speak

"So, do you want me to go kick his ass?"

Quinn let out a bitter laugh as she replied

"Yes" she paused and breathed deeply "Thank you Puck."

"It's nothin' Q. I'm always here for you."

"I know"

Quinn smiled up at Puck and gave him a soft simple kiss on his lips. Puck's heart sprang into his throat as she snuggled deeper in his arms. Puck switched on the TV and held Quinn tightly until she fell asleep.

-PQ-

Quinn woke up at 11 o'clock that morning, emotionally exhausted. She looked at her phone and saw she had a bazillion missed phone calls and messages. She tossed her phone aside and wandered into the kitchen. She was looking through the cupboards for a cup when Rachel emerged from her room

"Morning, how are you feeling?"

"As ok as I can after finding out my husband was cheating on me." Quinn took a deep breath "Where's Puck at?"

"Work, but he said he'd be by as soon as he was done…What do you wanna do today?"

"I don't know. I need to call my lawyer and set up a meeting."

"Lawyer? For what?"

"A divorce. If there's one good thing I learned from being with Puck in high school, besides sex, it's that I don't have to put up with cheating. That's a deal breaker."

"Well, good for you Quinn, you're being really brave about all of this."

"Thanks" Quinn looked around the room and then walked over and gave Rachel a tight hug "I don't know what I would you without you or Finn, Rach. I don't think I'd survive"

"Quinn, you'd be fine. You're a strong woman." Rachel pulled back from the hug and smiled "But a woman none the less and I happen to know that manicures and pedicures make everything better. What do ya say?"

Quinn pondered the thought and finally agreed. Rachel excitedly headed off to get dressed while Quinn did the same. About a half an hour later Quinn and Rachel were about to leave the house. Quinn was actually feeling somewhat not depressed; she was ready for a nice day with Rachel; a day where every time she was alone with her thoughts she didn't feel like vomiting. Quinn walked through the living room and swiftly opened the front door to head to the car when she ran right into the man standing directly in front of her. Quinn couldn't believe her eyes. Her stomach twisted into knots as her hand curled into fists at her sides. There before her stood the man she least wanted to see; there before her stood Adam.

-PQ-

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