She finds him behind the wheel of his pick up truck. The engine's idling but the door's unlocked so she climbs in beside of him. He doesn't glance her way, doesn't speak, and she notices that his hands are shaking despite the death grip he has on the steering wheel. The silence is suffocating so she clears her throat and asks the one question they both knew was coming.

"How long have you known?"

He shrugs because he's tired of explaining, tired of the looks people keep giving him. Most of the time the disgust and disappointment are earned but this time it's not his fault. He wanted to man up, he wanted to take responsibility but Quinn had insisted he keep his mouth shut and Mercedes had made it pretty clear that Quinn's decision was the only one that mattered. And now he's lost Finn, the only person who's every really given him a chance.

"Noah?"

"A while," he finally replies.

When he meets her eyes she can see the devastation etched across his features, it's intensified by the dark bruise that runs along his jaw line, a gift from Finn. She reaches out to touch his arm but he pulls away.

"I'm getting out of here," he states, "for good and I'm not coming back. You can come along or you can get out."

Her hand automatically moves to the door handle but she doesn't pull on it. She looks out the passenger side window at Lima spread out before her so massive and yet so small. She's made for bigger and better things, made for bright lights and big cities. She catches sight of Finn, arms wrapped protectively around Quinn, so when Puck puts the truck into gear and pulls out of the McKinley High parking lot she doesn't stop him.