Quinn left social studies ten minutes early and walked down the empty halls of McKinley. She had Glee next, and although she loved Glee, she hadn't really spoken to anyone properly in a while. Sure, she spoke to Mercedes everyday, but Quinn could tell that even she was treating her differently lately.

After approaching the door, she heard a couple of people talking in the choir room. So, letting her curiosity take over, she stood to the left of the door frame and listened in. She soon realised that it was Rachel, Santana and Mercedes.

"C'mon, you have to admit she's been blowing us off," Santana said.

"She really likes this guy, she deserves to be happy," Mercedes replied. "Plus, some of us haven't been as supportive as we could've…" Her voice trailed off, and Quinn was certain she was talking about Rachel.

"I'm just being realistic." Rachel's tone was sharp, as though she considered herself 'being cruel to be kind'. "It isn't going to last, so I was just trying to save Quinn the pain of dealing with another heartbreak." She informed them.

"Well that really worked out, didn't it, Danny DeVito?" Santana muttered, which actually brought a smile to Quinn's hidden face.

"What did you just call me?"

"What Santana's trying to say," Mercedes started. "Is that, you didn't think it through, did you? You just yelled at her in the street."

"And you basically called her a slut," Santana added, clearly enjoying listing things Rachel Berry did wrong.

"I didn't!" Rachel protested. "I simply suggested the idea that this older guy was taking advantage of her. – I was being a good friend!" She added.

"Yeah, 'cos you're Friend Of The Year for sure." Santana's comment caused Quinn to smile again.

"Look, she really likes him, and he clearly makes her happy." Mercedes stopped Rachel and Santana before the argument escalated, which, speaking from past experience, was very common.

"You're right," Santana agreed. "And at least she's not rubbing it in our faces everyday, y'know, by eating his face off in front of us every day."

If Quinn could see their expressions, she would've bet anything that Rachel was scowling and searching her brain for a worthy comeback. Quinn waited several minutes, just to make sure they didn't suspect her of listening in, then entered the choir room and took a seat next to Mercedes, just as the bell rang. She engaged in small chit-chat with Mercedes, smiled at Santana and completely ignored Rachel.

Of course it hurt her that she wasn't talking to her best friend, and never in her wildest dreams would she think that any girl should pick their boyfriend over their friends, but somehow, choosing between Puck and Rachel was becoming easier and easier.

"So I went to Principal Figgins and complained that those cupcake recipes contained simply too many calories." Kurt told Quinn as they stood by their lockers at the end of school. Quinn was arranging her books, while pretending to eagerly listen to Kurt's food fear story. "I mean, some people can pull off a wide ass, but I just can't!"

Just then, after a highly riveting story from Kurt, Santana and Brittany walked past.

"Fabray, you comin' out tonight?" Santana stood beside Kurt. Quinn considered it for a moment. She felt like saying no. She wanted to say no. But she couldn't. They were right, she had been blowing them off a lot, and she did miss how they used to be. So, without trying to seem hesitant, she agreed.

"Awesome, but fair warning Quinn," Brittany started in her airy tone. "You might wanna have some toast in your purse tonight. 'Cos i'm bringing my jam." Her expression told them it was no joke, but Kurt and Quinn laughed nonetheless.

"So, am I finally gonna get to meet your hunk of a boyfriend?" Kurt asked, once Santana and Brittany disappeared and Quinn slammed her locker shut. "I hear he's gorgeous,"

"He's alright," She winked.

And then she had a thought. Tonight was the night everyone was going to meet him. She didn't know whether to be scared or excited. Nervous or pleased. But one thing she did know, was that it certainly wasn't going to be a boring night.

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