"Rachel, I've loved you for a year. I can't get my head around you. I want to be with you. That song, it-it spoke to me." Finn bent down so Quinn couldn't see what was happening any more. But she didn't need to. She knew what was happening. She ran into the auditorium, crying, but stopped herself when she realised there was someone still there. He was clearly looking for something, and listening to music through his headphones, dancing along to the music. Quinn watched him with some amusement.

He did a half-turn and saw Quinn standing there. He froze, and almost falling over himself. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," he stammered, pulling his earphones out of his ears. You haven't seen a black iPhone with a bright yellow case around, have you?" he asked, looking around as he approached her. "I know, it's stupid of me to lose something like that but-" He cut himself off. "Where are my manners? I'm sorry, I'm Jeff. I'm one of the Dalton Warb-Oh my gosh, are you crying? Was I that bad?" he whispered.

Quinn let out a choked laugh. "No, it wasn't you. I just…You don't want to know."

"Well, if you don't wanna talk, then that's cool. I just thought that talking would make you less upset. My dad always said that a gentleman must always try and cheer up an upset lady," he trailed off.

Quinn smiled. "Thanks. That's-that's sweet of you. I'm Quinn. Quinn Fabray," she said outstretching her hand. "I'm in New Directions."

Jeff took her hand and shook it gently. "I know. I saw you up here earlier. Surprised you didn't get to sing."

Quinn sighed. "Yep. Leave it up to Rachel to get everything she wants. No matter what damage she makes." She paused. "Look, if you really must know, I caught my boyfriend Finn kissing her in a closet. They were the two leads, by the way."

Jeff patted her arm awkwardly. "I'm sorry. For the record – he's made the wrong choice." He realised what he said immediately after he said it and looked down, red tinting his face.

Quinn was about to reply when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and saw that it was Finn calling. She rolled her eyes.

"Boyfriend?" Jeff asked. Quinn nodded. "Give it here," he held his hand out. Quinn nervously gave the Warbler her phone, and he pressed the green button. "Oh, hello! You must be Finn. Wait, are you – is this Kurt's stepbrother?" he asked Quinn, who nodded. "It's odd. Kurt sings your praises at Dalton, yet you clearly aren't as great as he makes you out to be. Of course, you'll know all about making out, won't you Finn? And in a cupboard, too. Classy." Quinn laughed in the background. "Consider yourself single now. Then again, if this Rachel girl has any intelligence, she'll leave you eventually, too. Happy cheating!"

He hung up before Finn could even respond. It vibrated in his hand but he dismissed the call. "Thanks," Quinn giggled. "Did he even say anything throughout that?"

"Didn't give him time to!" Jeff grinned. "He doesn't even know who I am," he laughed. "But who knows, might make him jealous that some other guy has your phone," he raised his eyebrows. "N-not that there is anything to be jealous of really, I mean, I barely know you, I-" he rambled.

Quinn cut him off by squeezing his hand. "Don't worry. What you did, I-I appreciate it." She smiled softly. "Hey, what's your number?"

Jeff's eyes practically popped out of their sockets. "I-Guh-Buh…" was all he could say. Quinn laughed. "Sorry," he apologised. "Why?"

"So that you can ring it from my phone and follow the sound of your ringtone."

"Oh. Right." Jeff sighed. "Sure." He tapped his number into her phone and waited. He froze as soon as the dialling tone finished when he realised what his ringtone still was.

Quinn could hear a faint noise coming from the other end of the stage. "Hey, I think I hear it!" she said. She walked over and eventually made out the words. Or rather, word. "Oh my God, is that the song from the rainbow-Poptart-cat thing?" she laughed.

"It's called Nyan Cat, actually," Jeff blushed. He ran over to the piano and hit the red button on his phone before any further embarrassment. "I forgot to look here – I was fooling around with the instruments before," he gestured to where a bunch of cases were.

"You play music, too?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah. Guitar, keyboard, bass. I used to be in a band before I came to Dalton. Although it looks like I won't be staying at Dalton much longer," he sighed.

"Why not?"

"My parents, they can't afford to pay for the fees anymore, not with Jodie, John, James and Jerry. They're my younger siblings," he explained.

"5 kids, all with the same first initial?" Quinn giggled.

"That's who I had the band with. We were called 5JS. You know, 5 J Sterlings. It was Dad's idea," he rolled his eyes. "I think he named us with the intention of starting some kind of band. But since I started going to Dalton, we had to stop being a band, and we used to get paid to go out to venues and stuff. So without that, there's no room for luxuries." He looked at her and sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm boring you. I'll go now."

"You're not boring me at all! You've made me feel better about…That," she waved in the direction of the place where she found Finn and Rachel.

Jeff smiled. "No problem. Just doing like I was taught. I'll see you around…Hopefully." He wasn't sure how to end the exchange, but thankfully for him, Quinn hugged him around the waist. He hugged her back, smelling her hair. It smelt like mint. Jeff liked mint. "Wait! How are you getting home?"

"Well, I was going to get a lift from my boyfriend, but…" Quinn trailed off.

"How about getting a lift from the guy that confronted said ex-boyfriend?" he asked hopefully.

Quinn laughed. "I'd like that."

Jeff's face lit up. "Cool!"

…

They were sat in Jeff's convertible. Quinn was flicking through the music on his iPod, trying to find something to listen to. "McFly?" she asked, giggling. "Since when were you a 13 year old fangirl?"

"Hey, I like their stuff!" Jeff defended. "And you don't have to listen to it if you don't want."

Quinn raised her eyebrows, pressed the middle button and immediately began mouthing along to the words.

Went out with the guys,

And before my eyes,

There was this girl, she looked so fine.

Jeff laughed and joined in.

And she read my mind,

And it read that she was mine,

And I said 'Hey, wait up 'cause I'm off to speak to her.

And my friends said…

Quinn laughed and shielded her eyes from the sun with her arm. Jeff looked round quickly to see her do this, and pulled out the glove compartment. There were several sunglasses, all of different colours. "Choose one!" he grinned, putting on a pair of light blue ones.

Quinn put on some yellow ones and shut the compartment door. "Why do you have so many?"

"Why not?" he asked as they approached a stop sign. He took this as an appropriate time to strike up conversation with Quinn. "Yellow looks great on you!"

Quinn blushed. "Thank you. Say, what would you think if I cut my hair? Like, really short?"

"I-Why are you asking me? I've only just met you, and besides, my opinion doesn't really matter," he mumbled.

"Of course it matters, why else would I ask you?" she asked, puzzled.

"Oh-okay." Jeff swallowed. "Well then, I-I don't think it'll change anything…"

"How so?"

"Well, you'll still be pretty either way." Jeff was glad that they were at a red light in the shade, so she couldn't see his face.

Quinn was also grateful. She didn't want him to see her turning lobster-red. "Thank you," she squeezed his arm. Not bad… "I just…I don't want to be that Quinn any more. The one who gets treated like crap and dates for popularity. I want to put her in the past."

"Good for you! You don't deserve to be treated like that anyway," Jeff smiled. He turned into her street. "What number do you live at?"

"1638. Thanks for giving me a ride home."

"No problem," he grinned. He stopped outside, noting that there weren't any cars out. "Parents not in?" he asked.

"No, they're out until tomorrow evening."

"You sure you'll be okay on your own?" Jeff asked, concerned. "I mean, you seemed pretty upset earlier. I don't want you alone and sad."

Quinn leaned over and hugged the Warbler. "I'll be fine. You really helped me out. Thank you." She kissed his cheek. "Well, I'll see you around…Maybe." She smiled as she got out of the car. "Hopefully," she added as she got to his side of the car again. "Oh, wait, your glasses-"

"Keep 'em. They look better on you," he grinned. "And I'm sure Kurt and Blaine have some kind of magnetic link between them so I'm sure the Warblers will be visiting New Directions quite a lot," he smirked.

Quinn smiled and waved. Jeff waved back, but waited until he'd seen her go in before driving back home. "Jeff? Is that you?" his mom asked as he walked through the door.

"Yeah?" he called back.

"How'd it go?"

"Oh, we lost. Only just, according to Blaine, but the better choir won." Jeff ran up to his room, eager to get changed from these clothes when he heard the Indiana Jones theme tune. The Warblers spent so much time together that they felt it pointless to text each other. So who was texting Jeff?