Quinn was not in a good mood, in fact she was very close to possibly loosing it. That was why she was currently on the way to the choir room, she hated how Rachel Berry it was of her, but singing was probably the only way she could deal with her emotions.

She stopped walking when she saw Puck, and she couldn't help but stare. For a split second she felt jealous; throwing, kicking, punching it actually looked therapeutic. She of course wouldn't allow herself to ever do something like that, she needed to have some sense of control - even if she did want to smash things, or at least scream for taking her friends away from her.

"Having fun?" she finally said, brows raised.