Quinn's POV:

I'm still not really sure what happened. Dinner was ok, I mean I dealt with it. And he was so close to leaving, I thought that maybe he would actually leave.

But of course, he didn't. I shouldn't have let him speak. I should have just kicked him out when I had the chance, but I didn't. I let him smooth talk me with that voice, I let him stare straight into my eyes with his determined hazel ones, I let his presence overwhelm me. And in that short minute of weakness that I felt, I let him consume me, I let him kiss me, and I let him pull away.

And now that it's over and he's gone, I'm still not sure what happened.

My eyes are still closed, and I'm replaying what just happened in my head. But I was pulled out of my daze when Austin comes up behind me, closes the open door, wraps his arms around me, and whispers in my ear.

"I think I like this Puck dude. How'd you feel about him?" he says resting his chin on my shoulder. We are still facing the door. I open my eyes, and rest my head back on his shoulder.

"I don't know," I let out a breath. It is true, I really don't know how I feel about him anymore. He didn't question me.

"All right, I'm gonna head to bed, you coming?" He asks, kissing my cheek and letting me go, heading towards the back room.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec. I'm going to finish cleaning up in here first." I turn to smile at him.

"Ok, babe. No rush." He says leaving me to my thoughts.

Once he leaves the room, I cautiously open the door. I peek outside to make sure the Puck isn't there waiting for me. He isn't. But I look down, and right in front of my door is a stack of unopened letters.

I bend down to pick them up, and see a note written on the top of them.

"You see, I never left you." was written in Puck's scratchy handwriting. I look around to make sure no one is near. And by no one I mean Austin and Puck.

I quickly pick up the stack and close the door as I make my way back into my apartment. I sit down on the couch as I read the first out of many letters from the stack.

The first one was from that night. Tears are already making their way out of my eyes. I look up and blink to rid my eyes of the on-coming tears.

Dear Ms. Lucy Quinn Fabray,

You know I only use your full name when something's going on, so here it goes. I'm leaving Quinn, and I don't know for how long. I've been called in for deployment. It hurts me to write this by your bedside watching you sleep so peacefully. I just hope you see this and understand that I had no choice, but I'll be back. I always come back. I'll write. I'll write you every damn day if you want me to. I promise you, Quinn Fabray, I love you, and I will never stop loving you. You are my everything, Q, and I'll be back soon. I love you so much, and I could write to you all day, but even badasses have to choose to do the things that they will end up regretting. But you are going to have to remember that you and me, we belong together. We are bonded for life, soulmates. And remember that I love you as much as you love me, maybe even more if that's possible. And as I promised, I will be back soon, so I need you to promise me one thing. Stay.

Especially now,

Noah

P.s. I love you.

Tears are falling rapidly now. I reread this note over and over again until I finally realize that there are thirty six more letters just like this one. I can't bring myself to read the others. There's just too many, and I'm already running out of tears.

I stare blankly at the first note of many until I find another realization: I broke a promise. One that I didn't even know I was breaking. I left. I didn't give him a chance, I just left.

Before I knew what I was doing, I'm out of my apartment and I'm knocking on my neighbor's door, note in hand.

He opens the door, surprised to see me of all people.

"Hi-" he says before I interrupt him.

"You never left me..." I say, biting my lip, blinking back the tears that are fighting their way out of my eyes.

"No."

"I left you..." His gaze meets mine. I didn't stay.

I back out of his apartment. I have to get away, I have to go somewhere. I can't breathe.

"No, Quinn! No, just come inside and we can talk about it," He says trying to calm me down, it's not working. I make it to the elevator next to our apartments and I press the button, but it's taking forever and the longer it takes the closer Puck gets. "Q, come here, it's ok, I'm here now."

He actually thinks that just because he is here that everything is going to be ok?! Are you fucking kidding me?! He is the reason everything is not ok.

I give up on the elevator and push my way through the door of the stairs. I'm down one flight when I hear the door open again, and I know it's Puck. I start going faster.

"Quinn!" he yells, "Stop running. There's nothing to run from!" He says following me down the six flights of stars to the bottom. "You're doing exactly what you did three years ago. You run from your problems, you don't even take a chance, you just run. God Quinn, some things never change."

I stop, as he says this, I have one hand on the lobby door. I turn around and see him at the top of the first flight of steps. I lock eyes with him, I give him one of my iciest looks and I could tell that he already regrets what he said.

He's right, some things never change, but some things do. And it's too late now, I'm already out the door.