"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Quinn crossed her arms, leaning back in disbelief. This woman was very eager to strike a sensitive spot. "No." She said blankly.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

What kind of a question was that? She was eighteen. "Yeah, A few…"

"Tell me about them."

"Which one…?" She felt the suggestion was too broad.

"I want to hear about all of them. If it helps, you can start at the beginning."

"His name was Finn."

"What was he like?"

"He was starting quarterback on the JV football team." Quinn was still proud of it. "He plays varsity now."

"And that's important to you?"

Quinn blinked. "I don't know. You asked me what he was like. He played football. That's just…what he did. So yes, I feel that it's important."

"I'm guessing you and Finn didn't have many shared interests…outside of football, I mean."

"Oh, I hate football," Quinn confessed loudly. "All sports, actually…"

"So what created the initial bond between you and Finn?"

Quinn thought hard. "He made me laugh. He was good-hearted. He was so cute."

Dr. Jessup nodded thoughtfully, waiting for more. Quinn felt put on the spot. She forced a laugh.

"I don't know! I was fifteen. What was I supposed to care about, his credit score?"

"It sounds like he was a good guy. It speaks well of you that you went after him. Why did things end with you too?"

Quinn was silent for a moment, then asked, "Which time?"

"You dated him more than once?" She watched Quinn nod. "Well, what happened the last time you broke up? What made it final?"

Quinn paused again to come up with just the right words. "There's this girl. She's been obsessed with him for years. They dated for a while before we got back together…He dumped me at a funeral. He said he didn't feel the way about me the way he felt about her."

"Who's funeral? Was it someone close to you?" The therapist was concerned.

"Oh, don't even worry about it," Quinn waved her hand in the air dismissively. "It was just a service our Glee club was singing at. And the worst part is, a week earlier, Finn got kicked out of prom for practically assaulting Rachel's date, and I forgave him like an idiot… Then, he had the nerve to tell me that he didn't feel tethered to me."

"What did he mean by that?"

"Who the hell knows…?" Quinn mumbled.

"What about the first time?" The therapist asked. "Was there only one other time you two dated? What happened there?"

Quinn froze. She'd told herself she was going to start being honest with the doctor. She couldn't believe she'd gotten this far without mentioning it.

"I got pregnant."

The therapist hid her shock well. "And…? Finn wasn't supportive? Did you terminate the pregnancy?"

"No. I had the baby. Her name is Beth." Quinn said quickly. "And she wasn't Finn's to be supportive of."

"Wow. You didn't say you had a daughter."

"I don't. Rachel's mother adopted her…her biological mother…she doesn't have a real one." Now Quinn was enjoying the act of overwhelming her therapist. "Oh, and then she had an affair with Beth's dad, Puck."

"Who…Rachel…?"

"No, Shelby: Beth's mom... But I should mention that Rachel dated Puck too."

"Before she dated Finn?"

Bingo. "Yeah, but I heard that they hooked up again after Finn and Rachel were dating."

Doctor Jessup wrote something on her legal pad, and stayed quiet for a long time. "Well Quinn, it appears we've struck gold," She said finally. "The only problem is, I don't think you're the only one with the problems here."

To be honest, talking about everyone behind their backs gave Quinn a strong sense of power. Hearing Doctor Jessup tell her that everyone else in Glee was just as screwed up as she was made her feel so superior for going to therapy in the first place. Soon, she would be the only sane person she knew.

"You look happy," Rory observed as she walked into the empty astronomy classroom to rehearse with him. The room reminded her of Sam, but she tried to block out all the bittersweet memories that were flooding in, and focus on the positive attitude she'd been experiencing.

"I am happy," She told him. "I had a good day."

"Well that's grand." Rory beamed. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to share my duet ideas with you."

Quinn was impressed. She was prepared to brainstorm, but didn't have any real ideas of her own. "Okay, shoot."

"Well, I was watching television late at night a few days ago, and I came across a film about Johnny Cash. Have you heard of him?"

"Everyone has heard of him," Quinn said, only slightly snobbishly.

"Well, he and his wife, played by the lovely Reese Witherspoon, sang some fantastic duets and I thought we could do one of those."

Quinn was automatically sold. June Carter was like her; not the best singer, but she made up for it in personality, and she was sure Rory could hit those low notes.

"Okay, I printed up some sheet music and burned a karaoke track…" Rory rushed over to a nearby desk and presented her with a stack of papers. "We can try them all and see which one we like best."

Quinn chuckled in disbelief. "You really did come prepared…"

"I just want to do well in Glee club," Rory told her, unashamed.

"Well then," She said. "We better start practicing."

Rory pressed a button on his boom box and the background music to "Jackson" turned on. Rory did a spin toward her and started to sing.

"We got married and a fever…"

Quinn laughed, amused by his showmanship. She had to wait a verse before she was able to join in.

They did what duet partners always did: they batted there eyelashes and flashed meaningful looks at each other. They faked chemistry. At least, Quinn thought they were faking.

They were both still grinning as the song came to a close.

"Well Quinn Fabray, you're a very good singer," Rory told her charmingly. She beamed, unable to get over his accent.

"I liked that. That was good." She told him. "You know, I'm actually the reigning champion of the duets competition."

"Is that so?" Rory raised his eyebrows interestedly. "Well, then. It seems that we've got this competition in the bag. What do you say we try out another song?"

"So, you say you were happy with Sam…" Doctor Jessup just wanted to get her facts straight.

"He was probably the nicest guy I've ever dated," Quinn said unconvincingly. "He gave me a promise ring; said he wanted to marry me someday."

"And you paid him back by getting back with Finn…?"

Quinn had to tell herself that her therapist's questions weren't personal attacks. "I guess so…"

"What did you and Sam have in common? More than you did with Finn?"

Quinn nodded. "We both liked country music. We both liked to eat healthy…" She thought a little harder, wanting to convince her therapist that she and Sam had been the real thing. She couldn't think of anything else, though.

"What didn't you like about Sam? What was wrong with him?"

Sam was Quinn's biggest regret already. She didn't want to talk badly about him and make herself feel worse. "Sam was great."

"…Because he was on the football team…?" Doctor Jessup asked, half-joking.

Quinn made a noise of disapproval in her throat. "I told you. He was nicer than any guy I ever dated."

"Even the nicest guys have flaws. There had to be something about him that bothered you."

Quinn knew that there had been. "Okay. Fine," She said, slapping her hands down on the arms of her chair. "I didn't get his sense of humor. He was always talking about Star Wars and Avatar. He wore too much Axe… and he was intense. He told me he wanted to marry me, like, a month after we met. He was always making plans…he wanted to sweep me off my feet day and night by planning these dates..."

"Most girls dream of having a boyfriend like that."

Quinn shook her head. "Sam tried too hard. It was exhausting. I loved him, but…"

"You needed your space," Doctor Jessup tried.

"It wasn't even that," Quinn argued. "Part of me thought that if he really loved me he'd stop trying so hard and let it come naturally. He was so caught up in this idea of what a girlfriend should be that he didn't stop to look at the reality of everything."

"Interesting…" The doctor scribbled something down. "Are you saying that realistically, you weren't good enough for him?"

Quinn started to smirk, "I'm saying that realistically, I don't think I was man enough for him."

Doctor Jessup raised her eyebrows. "Oh…"

"I'm not making assumptions. I'm just saying that he had a lot of tendencies that made me question his sexuality. He dyed his hair. He was constantly asking me if his clothes made him look fat. And I know, some guys are just self-conscious about the way they look, but I always caught him staring at our gay friend, Kurt, so he had to be at least bi-curious..."

"Whether he was gay or straight, you were still the one who ended the relationship."

"He broke up with me…"

"After you kissed another boy…"

Quinn clenched her teeth and brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "I made a mistake. I liked two people at once, and I was afraid I'd regret it if I lost the wrong one."

"Is that how you felt when you slept with Puck?"

Now Quinn felt like she was really being attacked. "Sure." But she didn't really know.

"Now, Quinn, last week you called Finn a 'heartless douche-bag' because he couldn't seem to choose between you and Rachel. How is it that you can't forgive him, but you're able to justify your own actions?"

Quinn shook her head. "I never said it was justification. I was just explaining that that's how I felt. And…as for why? I have no idea. I thought that something youwere supposed to help me figure out…"