Quinn's anger had been mounting since she arrived there, but it seemed to have exploded all at once only a couple of days ago. Nothing would make her smile. Nothing would make her happy. Not even a chance at being with Finn, but truth be told, that was the last thing to make her happy anyway. She loved Finn, and if she was going to sleep with anyone, it should have been him. But it wasn't. She had slept with Puck. And worst of all, Finn now believed that she was ready for sex and had lied to him. Truth be told? She wasn't ready. Even now. She felt like she owed it to Finn to sleep with him, and maybe a little to herself. She hadn't been in love with the person she lost her virginity to, but maybe she could partially right that wrong by sleeping with the one she was in love with now.
And maybe part of it was to get back at Puck. She had already agreed before she found out how angry it would make Puck, but her resolve strengthened when Puck told her not to. It was as though this was the perfect opportunity to prove to him that they were never going to be together. That she didn't love him. And his crazy notion that he loved her was just that. Noah Puckerman didn't love anyone but himself.
She heard a knock on the door and took a breath before looking at herself in the mirror. She walked over to the door and opened it to see Finn on the other side. Once again, she was overcome with the urge to kiss him. That hadn't been right last time, but maybe this time? After all, she already knew where this night was supposed to lead.
"Come in," she said instead, stepping back to allow him to enter the cabin. A part of her was still mad at him for the way he had approached the subject of sex with her. Could he have been any bitchier? Then again, could she have? Probably. She'd been in a bitchy mood for a while and she was even in one now.