Here you are, sat in Quinn’s bedroom. Why? You have no clue. You have been waiting here for what you think has been hours. (It definitely hasn’t been, you are just impatient.) You swing your feet as you sit there.

Quinn finally comes in, looking pissed as hell. She looks like she is about to burst. Quinn frowns as she figures you do not know why you are in here. Just staring at you while she tries to muster up her words of aggravation. Clearly did something wrong, right? You keep thinking over what you could’ve done.

“Tell me why.. Santana knows about our relationship! Huh?” She practically hisses out. Quinn rolls her eyes as she sees you struggling to answer, as she looks around her room.. You try to think of what to say, there is no right answer to this. You are in deep shit. You stammer while finding your wording before she cuts you off quickly.

Quinn scoffs, “Actually, I don’t want your shitty answer. You told her?” She rubs her temple. Obviously very pissed, “Seriously? Why? Are you trying to piss me off?” She growls out once again, her eyes narrowing at you. Crossing her arms as she looks down at you like you are pathetic.