She didn't know what she was doing when she curled up in the bathroom, counting the seconds. She didn't know what she was doing when she lied to everyone, when she lied to their concerned faces. She didn't know what she was doing when she could no longer cartwheel off the top of the pyramid. She didn't know what she was doing when she packed all the possesions she could into a bag and left her home. She didn't know what she was doing when they found out about the lies. She didn't know what she was doing when she made a true didn't know what she was doing when they took her baby away from her arms. She didn't know what would happen. She didn't know.
But she did know what she was doing when she first saw him. When she washed the slushie off his hair, his face. She knew what she was doing when she took his hand. She knew what she was doing when he made her knew what she was doing when she took his ring and wore it for the world to see. She knew what she was doing when they danced. She knew what she was doing when she walked proudly next to him. She knew what she was doing when they kissed. She knew that whatever happened, Sam would be there. Quinn knew that she loved him.