[Balling her hands into fists, the blonde stared at her computer screen, her breathing controlled and even despite the growing ache in her chest. She knew it was for the best. She knew that Rachel was better off without her. They fought, and they tore each other down, and despite those brief moments of elation where everything seemed worth it, there was too much negative history between them. Closing her laptop forcefully, the cheerleader shot up from her chair and blew past her door. She wasn't sure where she was going, but in that moment, she didn't care. Running through her neighborhood, she blindly shot forward, her shoes hitting the pavement more forcefully with each passing second. She continued to run until her muscles protested and her lungs burned, and then she ran even harder. It was what she was good at. Running. When it came down to her fight or flight response, she'd choose flight more often than not. She knew that made her a coward, but it was what she'd always done and what she'd probably always do.]
[Breathing heavily, Quinn slowed down and swallowed despite the rawness of her throat. Maybe there was a difference between all the other times she ran away, though. Staring at the house her subconscious had led her to, she crossed her arms over her chest and walked up the porch. Unlike all the other times she ran, this time she was running towards something. Lifting her hand up, Quinn knocked on the door to Gabe's house, before bringing her hand back down and waiting for the other girl to answer her call.]