How is it that the one person Quinn Fabray actually wants is taken?

The two of you had been best friends since she moved to Lima a few years back, and you've always had her back. Even during the whole pregnancy thing, and then quitting the Cheerios a few months back. You're great! The only downside? Quinn is totally whipped for you. And you don't know. And you also have a girlfriend! Isn't that just wonderful?

Quinn hates your girlfriend. She doesn't even know why you're still with her. The girl doesn't give a shit about you, and you're completely blind to it. It pains her to watch, and she also wants to give her a nice slushy facial, though she doesn't for your sake. But God, it's times like these where she wishes she could.

You're sprawled out on her bed as she works on homework, suddenly letting out a loud groan of annoyance. Quinn's head whips around to look at you with a raised eyebrow.

"She won't reply to my texts." Ah. Speak of the devil.