Quinn had been sufficiently depressed lately. She'd actually gotten out of that funk after being sent home and brought back, but Puck arriving and telling her that he had to take some time to think about what he wanted--her or Santana, which translated to love or sex--it hurt. She tried not to think about it, but his promise to be there for her when she was thinking about Beth... she wasn't sure if it applied anymore. He'd barely been around lately. Could she really contact him now, out of the blue without looking like a lovesick sap?
Actually, Quinn was determined to do just the opposite. She'd laid almost everything on the line only to be told he wasn't sure what he wanted. She wasn't going the girl who waited around desperately for him to figure it out. And she had thankfully held back the one thing that she didn't want to admit now more than anything. She loved him, truly loved him, and it could still be denied.
She still wore Sam's ring on her finger, right hand of course because they weren't engaged despite wanting Puck and admitting as much. She'd given him the ultimatum, after all. If he gave up other women, she would give up Sam. If he couldn't keep his end of the deal, there was absolutely no reason for her to keep hers.
Pushing those thoughts aside, she left her room--where she had been holed up for the last several days aside from when she was at work--looking as amazing as ever and made her way down to Nectar to meet her roommate.
Upon walking in, she saw her. It wasn't hard, she'd watched Smallville on occasion, so it wasn't hard to spot Lois. She gave the woman a smile and sat across from her. It was kinda surreal, but then she supposed the same could be said about people who watched her show meeting her. "You must be Lois," she said by way of greeting. It sounded better than the typical fan responses she got from the few guests who didn't hate her.