My name is Quinn Fabray and I'm 22 years old. I recently opened a dance school, and it's going really well. I've left it in the hands of a good friend of mine while I spend a year in Paris with the best friend I could ever ask for: Kurt. There's been a little mishap, but these things happen. What can I do about it? I can enjoy myself.
Q: Well...I was being kind of secretive...and I smelled a little like men's cologne. But I wasn't cheating! Yeah, he apologised. A lot. But I'm still mad.
B: And why did you smell like mens cologne? I get that you're mad but what if he came back to the apartment smelling like another women?
Q: Because I'd met up with a guy from Ohio. It wasn't just that, Blaine. I told him that I wasn't cheating on him, several times, and he didn't believe me. He doesn't trust me.