Quinn's POV:

"Yeah, babe. I love you too," I smiled into my phone as I made my way to the gym.

"I'll be home after my workout, ok?" My face becomes really red, his response was definitely not what I was expecting. I look around to make sure no one is around before I respond. "You can definitely save some for me later." I say, trying to be sexy, but it came out more like a growl. I drop my head in shame, and laugh as he makes fun of me on the other line.

"Stop it! Austin, I have to go," I squeak. "I have to go!" I laugh again. "I'll be home in like an hour, and yes, I love you too, we've already been over this." I chuckle. "Bye..." I say quietly, ending the call with a smile on my face. I'm one lucky girl.

Austin is everything I would ever want in a guy. He's smart, funny, sweet, kind, and oh yeah, he's hot. He is six foot, my dream height for a guy. Brown floppy hair that feels so soft when I run my fingers through it. His eyes are such a clear blue that I lose track of my thoughts when I look into them. He is actually a personal trainer, and his body definitely reflects that. He has been the one to encourage me to start working out and maintaining a healthier lifestyle. He usually comes with me to the gym, but he was just exhausted, so I decided that he could take a break, but that he would have to make it up to me later.

I enter the gym with my workout clothes, a loose tank over a sports bra and some yoga pants, in gear. I say hey to Ernie, the owner of the place, as I make my way to the locker room to put some of my things away. I put my earphones in my ear, drowning whatever worries or thoughts I had with music and I start stretching.

Once I began to loosen up, I moved on to the treadmill. God, I hate running, but it's helps a lot with stamina and probably once of the best ways to be "active", as Austin says, so I deal with it. After running six miles, I move to the weights, and do twenty reps of different exercises, working out my arms, thighs, and abs. (I'm working on my six-pack, don't judge.) A girl's gotta feel her best to be her best.

I, finally, make it to the punching bag. The only reason why I'm still sane. It's my favorite because I can let out all my anger I have, about anything and everything.

My music is drowning out everything around me. I wrap my hands and make my way over to the bag, determined, but I'm not really sure what for.

I start to punch, and once I get into a rhythm, which is why music helps, I start drilling harder and faster.. All my focus is on the bag. I'm sweating through my tank, so I throw it off seeing that it is just getting in the way.

Sweat is plastering hair to my face, so to get it out of my way, I pull it back into a ponytail so it wouldn't further distract me. I throw in some roundkicks between right jabs and uppercuts. That is until I felt more resistance on the other side. I attack it even harder. Someone's holding it, I have no idea who it could be, but I go with it because I kind of like the challenge.

Five more minutes go by, and I'm still lashing out at the bag. I decide I better stop because I was just exhausting myself more than I needed to be. There wasn't anything lately that has been making me mad, so I guess it must be some internal anger that I have, and trust me I have a lot of that.

I am literally glistening in sweat and trying to catch my breath from my entire workout. I take a step back from the bag to grab some water and towel off when I notice the masculine hands that are still gripping the sides. I take out my earphones realizing how loud my music actually was.

"Thank you!" I yell, rather than say, because my ears are still ringing.

"No problem." A rough, but vaguely familiar voice said.

"Well I think you should step out from behind the bag, so I can properly thank you, because I really appreciate the intensity you brought to my workout," I say, hoping this mysterious guy would let me see who he is. I'm intrigued because I thought I knew every member of this gym. I've been coming here so much that I'm pretty sure I do. "Are you a new member?"

"Kinda," he responds. That voice. I see him finally let go of the bag. He takes a step out. "Hey, Q." he says before he steps out fully in my view.

I freeze, and my eyes lock with his. Puck.

No, this cannot be happening.

I force a smile to my face even though I want to burst out in tears. "Um, do I know you?" I choke out between heavy breaths trying not to let him back in again.

If he believes that I don't 'know' who he his, he will get it through his head that after all this time I have moved on, and I don't care about him anymore. I don't love him anymore.

"Q, it's me. I know you know it's me."

"Um, I have to go. Have a good day, sir." I say as I leave, trying not to make a scene in public, picking up my stuff out of the locker room on the way out, not bothering to change out of my workout clothes. Did that really just happen? As I'm walking towards my apartment, I can feel the tears coming. I suddenly stop.

I can't see Austin looking like this and after what just happened. I take a detour heading straight to my so-called 'friends' home.

I knock on their door, not even waiting for them to open the door because I know that they never lock their doors. I enter angrily, my eyes are red, and I don't even wait for them to acknowledge that I just waltzed in the door unannounced.

"How could you?!" I yell, my voice cracking. I look back and forth between the shocked and ashamed faces that I had just interrupted mid-conversation.

"Qui-" Kurt starts to say.

"Don't even start, Kurt. He's back, and I assume all of you knew that. And I also assume you were the ones to tell him where I was. And I even assume that you didn't try to call me to warn me that the ex-love of my life just found his way back in my life. Yeah, thanks a lot for ruining my life right after I got it back on track. Thanks guys, you're great friends." I say rolling my eyes, as tears keep falling.

"Quinn, wait. Wai-" Rachel says trying to stop me from leaving after my rant.

"No, it's ok. I'm done. I'm just done. Thanks for everything guys, I really appreciate it, but I don't need anything from you right now. Just leave me alone." I say sarcastically with a laugh as I back out of their apartment.

I can barely breathe.

I reach the street and I see him again. He's making his way back to Rachel's apartment, looking at the ground as he walks.

Of fucking course.

I don't know what came over me, but I went straight up to him which shook him from his daze. He looks up; his sullen eyes meet my tear-stained ones.

"I never want to see you again," I say as my hand meets the side of his face.

"Quinn..." he says, a little taken back.

I turn around and start running. I just run. Because that's what I do, I run from my problems.

I see he starts running after me, but after giving me a twenty second lead while he was probably contemplating his next move. But luckily, he doesn't know New York like I do, and the treadmill workout is finally paying off. I cut up the alley, and cross the next street, dodging taxis and cars that get in my way. I keep running, leaving him in the dust. Leaving a part of myself in the dust. I don't love him anymore.