Was Quinn causing a disturbance? Yes, yes he was. Did he know that he was likely making things worse for himself in the long run? Maybe. At least on some level he knew what he was doing was wrong. Was he still going for it anyway? He sure as hell was. So much in his life may as well have been a dumpster fire, and Quinn just wanted to see everyone burn right alongside him. He was angry, and the one person he had always been able to count on to bring him back down to earth, wasn’t there. He knew if his sister were there when he did something like that she would have been the first person to march up on that stage, grab him by the collar, and drag him off stage. She would yell at him, call him an a^^, and tell him needed to shut his mouth, but she wasn’t there.
A teacher tried to grab the microphone from him, but Quinn wasn’t having it. It took security showing up to finally get Quinn off the stage. Though, even that wasn’t by choice. The grown men had to grab Quinn and force him off stage, only to be disciplined by the dean. Why the hell did he have to be there at senior prom? Did he really have nothing better in his life than to spend the evening watching teenagers? They weren’t children, they shouldn’t have to have that kind of supervision, but clearly it was another reason for prom to be a bust. Quinn knew he was about to be thrown out. He expected it from the moment he began his little speech.
What he hadn’t expected, however, was that Amelia Taylor-DeLoughrey herself would take it upon herself to try and come to his rescue. He didn’t need rescuing. They could have thrown him out, and Quinn wouldn’t have cared. He was over prom. Quinn kept his mouth shut as he turned and started walking away, only to be followed by Amie. He didn’t stop until after he reached the hallway and felt her grab his arm to pull him back, saying how Finch wouldn’t want him being this way. “Well Finch isn’t f^^king here, is she? And why the f^^k do you even care?”