Quinn was lying on the hospital bed, half-awake. It was morning now, a few days after the accident. She was feeling a lot better, now. Not as confused… or angry at herself. She breathed in a deep breath, and watched as a nurse hurried off. 'I've been up for a while. She better be off to get me some breakfast.' she thought. "Lousy-ass service here, huh." the blond murmured, through gritted teeth.

The blond looked around the room as she rubbed her hazel eyes. Her mom was her only visitor, and had been the whole duration of her stay. Only once, had the Glee Club visited. They had sang a song, of course, but left without any words of encouragement. That had left Quinn a bit angry, but then again, she was angry a lot, lately. With herself, with her life. Everything. 'What a shocker.' she thought again, biting the inside of her cheek as she looked at her mom.

"Quinnie," Judy Fabray said softly, intertwining her fingers together as she stared at her daughter. "How do you feel? Are you feeling okay, baby?"

The blond rolled her eyes. Her mom was just freaking out as usual. 'Typical mom.' she noted, causing her to laugh out loud for the first time in what felt like a very long time.

"Mom, I'm fine, I promise. I'm just… really tired, and not in a good mood right now." she said harshly, rolling on to her side lazily.

"I'm sorry, baby… I…" her mom mumbled, trying to think of something to say. "Nevermind... Your phone went off while you were sleeping. And you have a missed call from some kid named... Blaine, I think? Call him back! Only if he's cute, I mean.. Oh, Quinnie, nevermind. Be a nice girl. Call the guy back!" her mom rambled, just like always.

She laughed, again. 'Blaine?' Quinn thought, raising an eyebrow. They had never even talked that much. Well, only about Glee Club stuff… nothing really all that... note-worthy. 'Well, maybe he's just being friendly. To tell me he's sorry about the accident. Whatever. It can't be anything too important.' she tried to force herself to think.

After taking her phone from her mom, she stared at the screen. 'One missed call from Blaine Anderson.' she read to herself. She mentally shrugged it off, and went straight to her text messages. She smiled at the text she received from him.

"Quinn,

I hope you're feeling a better. More importantly, I hope you're smiling that beautiful smile only miss Quinn Fabray can pull off.

Anyways, I was hoping, maybe once you get out of the hospital, you'd like to go on a date? With me? Unless that's awkward, I mean.. I understand

Take care!

-Blaine" it read.

Quinn knitted her eyebrows at the message. It didn't even make the slightest bit of sense to her. He was.. gay. Right? At least, that's what she thought. Who else would wear bow-ties every day of the week, talk about manicures, and other girly things? And plus, he was with Kurt. Wasn't he? Or had she missed something, being in the hospital and all? Not knowing things made her head hurt, so she decided to take her mind off of it, and read a fashion magazine for a bit.

Blaine groaned as he turned onto his side. He looked over at the other side, to realize that Kurt wasn't there. He was already awake, he realized. Blaine knew he was already working on his daily moisturizing routine. Kurt tried to get Blaine into that sort of thing, but Blaine lied and said he didn't like to wake up that early, which was a lie. He just didn't think it was his thing.

'Why hasn't she texted me back?' he thought. But it wasn't like he cared, right? He was gay. At least, that's what he thought. And he had a loving boyfriend that he cared about... more than a silly girl that he rarely even talked to, let alone, loved to talk to.

Minutes passed, and Blaine had already changed out of last night's clothes that he was too lazy to change out of the previous night. (He had hit up Scandals with Kurt... Sebastian had begged for a long time on the phone, and Blaine just couldn't resist.)

He heard his phone vibrate in his pair of jeans that he'd just changed out of. 'Oops.' he murmured. Finally, the blond had replied.

"Blaine, as much as I'd love to go on a date with you when I get out of this miserable place, I just... I uh.. aren't you.. with Kurt? And.. like.. gay? Not trying to be offensive or anything at all, by the way. I'm just very confused. -Q"

He rolled his eyes dark brown eyes at the text. She was so predictable.

He quickly typed up a reply, and read it out-loud to make sure it didn't sound cheesy or anything. "Yes, Quinn, I'm dating Kurt, and happily, at that. And I'm pretty sure I'm gay, love. You and I are friends, right, as I said in my previous text. I'm only doing this because I want to make you as happy as I possibly can while you recover. Kurt doesn't know about this yet, but when I tell him, I'm sure he'll be okay with it. I mean.. if you agree. Which you don't have to, it's just a nice thing of me, I... I'm rambling. Sorry, beautiful! -Blaine"

The curly-haired ex-Warbler straightened out the purple bow-tie he'd picked to wear for the day, and headed downstairs for breakfast with his boyfriend, Finn, and maybe even Rachel, while humming a Michael Jackson song he recently sung in Glee club as he quickly made his way to the Hudson-Hummels' kitchen.

Kurt wasn't in there yet. Once again, not a shocker for Blaine. He knew his boyfriend too well. 'Probably still in the bathroom.' he noted to himself, not really worried about him. He decided he'd fix himself some cereal, since Kurt and Finn's parents had told him so many times, "Help yourself, Blaine! You're here so much, you're practically family, you know…" He was used to it by now.

Setting his phone down on the kitchen table with a soft thud, he got out the milk, cereal, and bowl for his bland breakfast. Still humming the song, he made his breakfast in a brief amount of time.

Without his knowing, Kurt walked in. And Blaine hadn't realized that, until he sat down with his glass of milk and cereal at the table. "Oh, hey, Kurt!" he said cheerily, offering him a small smile. Kurt paid no attention to his boyfriend. Instead, he was looking at what appeared to be his phone.

He cleared his throat, hoping Kurt wasn't purposely ignoring him. "Who are you texting, dear?" Blaine asked, quite curiously. If he was too distracted by his phone to talk to his boyfriend of quite a few months, it must be someone very important.

Kurt shot him an annoyed look. "Quinn."

Blaine blinked at him. "Oh..." was all he said back.

The boy opposite him showed him the phone. It was his, Blaine realized, which made him a bit confused.

But then, Blaine remembered that he left his phone on the table. 'Idiot.' Blaine thought to himself.

Kurt showed him the text he received from the hospital-ridden blondie.

"Well, in that case… I guess that'd be nice, then. I can't wait." she had admitted in the text message. She was so excited, she had sent a second text, this one with only a happy-face.

"And what exactly can't she wait for, Blaine?" his dead-serious facial-expression gave Blaine the idea that Kurt wasn't so stoked about his 'wonderful' idea to cheer up his friend.