Puck frowned when Quinn rolled her eyes. Right. This was bitch Quinn, before she got nice and actually liked him for awhile. He had to remember that. This place was way too confusing.
"Sure." He said with a shrug, stepping inside and looking around. Place looked pretty much like his own cabin. Except it had touches of her everywhere. And it smelled like her too. He loved the way she smelled. Not that he would tell her that or whatever. That'd be like, totally gay or something.