Quinn sighed, and thought about explaining that scorpions wouldn't judge but her boyfriend's best friend was here and he might.

Then she remembered that a)he wasn't even her Puck and b) since when did she care what Noah Puckerman thought of her anyhow? She also realized the question had made her sound like an airhead, which -- no.

"I'll just drink it," she promised, sounding vaguely put out. "Thanks."