DISCLAIMER: I, NOR PixieShinex3, OWN GLEE OR THE COUPLE QUIFF

BTW: PixieShinex3 wrote this chapter, and I wrote the second one

~~~~GLEE!~~~~

Quinn's POV

I made my way grudgingly to Cheerios practice. If it wasn't for my non-identical twin brother Kurt, I would've been so late. Thank goodness he sent me a text this morning during study hall about practice. Usually I remember the practice schedule, but since SATs are coming up in less than a month, I've been swamped with work, and much to Coach Sylvester's dismay, The Cheerios haven't been one of my top priorities at the moment.

"You're late Q! I can't have my head Cheerio being late! What kind of example are you giving the rest of these mediocre wanna-be's?!" Sue yelled at me as I made my way to stretch.

"Won't happen again Coach," I replied coolly, not wanting to get into an argument with her at the moment.

Santana and Brittany made their way towards me, linking pinkies as usual.

"Finally, the Unholy Trinity is ready for practice!" Santana said smirking, knowing how much I hated being late.

"Oh shut up and start stretching..." I said, trying to hide the smile already forming in my lips. Brittany was about to say something when Sue screeched at us to for a pyramid with me on top, as always, but this time she wanted me to do a bow and arrow instead of my usual heel stretch. My palms immediately started to clam up, nerves beginning to kick in. Don't get me wrong, I love being on top, but ever since that new girl, Kitty Wilde was demoted to base instead of a flyer, she was out for revenge. Revenge towards me, since I was the one that ratted her out about making rude comments towards Becky Jackson.

"Don't worry Q, I bet Kitty doesn't hate you anymore!" Brittany said trying to calm me down.

"I'm not getting any younger! Move it ladies!"

And with that I was being hoist up and just as I had my bow and arrow locked, Kitty let go. Then everything turned black.

~~~~GLEE!~~~~

Kurt's POV

I kept my eye on the clock as it slow made its way towards three. Finally the bell rang, signaling that it was time for Warblers practice. I gather my stuff quickly, excited to go and see the rest of the Warblers.

(Quinn is in practice right now)

I opened the big dark oak doors, only to be met with Jeff and Nick playing some sort of monkey in the middle, Wes being in the middle, his gavel was being flown in the air. Leave it to them to steal Wes' gavel.

"Hey Kurt!" A voice called out from behind me.

"Oh Blaine! Hi, looks like you're finally on time!" I said teasingly.

"Hahaha hilarious Hummel. Anyways, is your dad still out of town?" Blaine asked while making his way to the couches.

"Yeah, he was suppose to be back tonight but Congress needs him for at least another week." I said shrugging, knowing that I'll probably have to convince Quinn to have a sleep over at Rachel's with me tonight, that way we're not spending a Friday night all bored and cooped up inside.

"You know, people dorm overnight throughout the school week and weekends. If you wanted, you could dorm with me for this weekend. You could even bring Q-." Before he could finish his statement, my voice started to ring. Since I rarely get calls during Warbler practice I answered quickly.

"Hello?"

"Oh dolphin! Thank gosh you answered! Quinnie got hurt!" Brittany's voice anxiously informed me. My eyes widen in horror. Quinn never gets hurt. My sister never gets hurt.

"Quinn got hurt?!" I said, not believing her.

"Yes! During Cheerios! Kitty Wilde let go of her supporting leg and Quinn fell." She said rushed, in the background I could hear Sue shouting at the other girls to give Quinn room to breathe.

"Is she okay?" I asked frantically.

"I don't know! She landed on her ankle and she's holding back tears. It doesn't look good Kurtie!" Brittany said, crying when she finished. Before I could ask anything else the phone was being passed down to someone else.

"Kurt? Please tell me you're at home." Santana said. She sounded distressed.

"I'm afraid not, I'm at Dalton still. Please tell that Quinn doesn't need to be rushed to the hospital..." I trailed off. Quinn hated hospitals.

"Coach just had her wheeled into the nurses office, so luckily no. I'll bring Quinn right over to Dalton in a few."

"Okay, keep me posted please." I said, and, without adding a goodbye, I heard the click of the call ending. I must've been standing there frozen in place, because next thing I know Blaine is waving his right hand in front of my face trying to catch my attention.

"Kurt, what's wrong...?" Blaine asked, worried etched on his face.

"...Quinn...she, um," I gulped, trying to keep in check of my emotions.

"She fell from the top of the pyramid during Cheerios practice, and she landed pretty hard." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh my gosh! Is she at the hospital? Is she okay? Does she have a concussion?" Blaine went into full panic mode; he loved Quinn like a sister.

"I don't know, I feel so helpless! Dad left me in charge and this is what happens! My own sister gets hurt."

"Hey, hey! Look at me, Kurt. It wasn't your fault. She's a fighter! By next week, she'll be doing stunts all over the place," he said, while placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Since not all the Warblers were present, practice had been delayed. In the meantime Blaine and I were sitting down, staring intently at my phone; waiting for Santana to call to say that she's here with Quinn. Without any warning, the door burst open, and Santana came in with Brittany by her side Quinn was behind them, crutches helping her walk. Her right hand was bandaged up in a sling. I jumped up from my seat and rushed to her side, not caring that all boys had their eyes glued on the three cheerleaders in the room.

"Oh Quinnie!" I said while I embraced her tightly.

"It's okay Kurt, I'm fine." She said looking up at me. She could try to fool me, but I could see her tear-stained cheeks that she tried to cover up.

"Coach Sylvester wants us back ASAP. Are you two going to be okay?" asked Santana from behind me.

I simply nodded, telling her that I'll keep her posted if I needed anything. With that, the two Cheerios left.

I led Quinn to the couch, taking her crutches from her and putting them to the side.

"Does Dad know...?" She whispered, not looking up.

"No, I haven't told him yet."

"Don't tell him. I know his trip got extended, and I can't let his work suffer because I made a foolish mistake," she said, while playing nervously with her hands, wincing slightly whenever she was accidentally too rough with her bandaged one.

"Santana told me it was Kitty's fault, don't be too hard yourself, Q," I said, taking her cold hands into mine, making sure I wasn't hurting her sore hand.

"Yeah, and besides you and Kurt could stay at Dalton over the weekend. I'm sure more than half of the male population here will be pampering you to death, and I won't take no for an answer!" Blaine said, while giving her a bag of ice for her ankle.

She looked over at me, waiting for my response. I gave her a slight nod, and she turned so she could face him.

"Pamper away Anderson."

~~~~GLEE!~~~~

So, end of the chapter! This is a collaboration, and PixieShinex3, another fellow Quiff lover, wrote this chapter, and I wrote the next chapter. Anyway, no flames please, constructive criticism is allowed.