Walking out of her room in the Lopez’s house, Quinn glanced to Santana’s room. She felt like a huge weight was lifted off her chest. Puck was fully in jail and tried as an adult. He was going away for a few years. Smiling some, she felt like celebrating. She also knew it had been months since she had been with Santana. Taking a small breath, she leaned against her doorframe. “Hey,” she greeted softly.