My Broken Rebel - Quinn Fabray

Chapter 52 - I'm Going To Visit Quinn Fabray.

Rebel's POV:

I was in the boxing ring doing some workouts. It's late March and me and Kelly broke up at the beginning of the month. For the last four weeks or so, I've just been thinking and spending time with my friends.

Not worrying about Quinn, relationships or love. Just focusing on myself and having fun. Now that I've had time to think, I know what I want. I know who I want as well.

I want to be with Quinn. I mean, this was obvious from the start, I was just confused and lost for some time. It's always been Quinn.

And it always will be her. She was my first love, my first real girlfriend. She was also the first person besides my mom and brother that I could be comfortable around and speak to. I miss her a lot.

We still haven't spoken since I told her I was in love with her. But I want to speak to her. And I don't mean over phone.

I want to visit Quinn in New Haven soon. I miss her a lot. when I go there, I'm not going there to try and win her back. She's with Biff, and I'm going to respect that.

I'll go there to make up with her. I don't like it when we stop talking for a month or something like that. And also, whenever I visit her, I want to see how New Haven is. I want to see Yale, her dorm, her dance room, her singing room, and all that good stuff.

One thing I'm not going to do whenever I visit her is apologize for telling her how I felt. Now, I shouldn't have told her how I felt at that time.

The timing was unprofessional. But I'm not apologizing for telling her how I feel about her. I am a very honest person and I won't apologize for telling someone how I feel.

I'm not going to try and kiss her or get her to be with me again, but I'm not apologizing for telling her how I felt. I meant to say that, I just didn't mean to say it at the time.

Currently, I was doing 100 jumping jacks in a row. It was painful, but it's worth it. I've been here for three hours and I am sweaty as hell.

But in order to become a professional boxer, I have to put in the work. I wasn't wearing shoes or socks. I don't know why, I just decided to take them off. But I learned that I work as good without shoes as I do with shoes. I might even be better.

"90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100!!" I say out loud as I was finishing up my final ten jumping jacks. Once I get to 100, I stop and let out a loud sigh. During the three hours I have been here, I practiced fighting in the dummy, I lifted some weights, I carried a box full of sand across the gym, I did sit ups, push ups, lunges, planks, mountain climbers and a hollow hold. I've been working hard and the jumping jacks were the last thing I planned on doing.

I walk over to the bench that my items are on. I sit down next to my stuff and open my bag. I dig in my bag until I feel my water bottle. I take my water bottle out of my bag and I open it.

I begin to chug down the water and I sigh at taste of the refreshing cold water. Once I finish my water, I move it away from my mouth, close it back up, and place it back in my bag. Im gonna reuse it, theirs no point in throwing it away.

I stand back up and I lift up my shirt. I bring my shirt up to my face and wipe the sweat off my face, placing my abs in full display.

"My, my, my. Rebel, I didn't know your abs were so sexy. You might have started a pool down there." I hear the voice of Santana and I put my shirt down and lift my head up to see Santana walking over to me from the entrance.

I didn't even know she was coming and I didn't hear the door open. I laugh at her joke and shake my head

"Santana, I didn't know you were coming here. What are you doing here?" I asked with my voice full of confusion and once Santana gets close to me, she stops in front of me.