The evening started out like any other – Blaine and I were going to order pizza and watch 'The Sound of Music' cuddled up to one another on the sofa. But that all changed when Cooper walked through the front door – whilst we were in the middle of kissing each other may I point out.

"Ahem!" he loudly coughed; causing us to break apart like the other had burnt us.

Blaine turned his eyes to look at his brother "Yes, Coop, can we /help/ you with something?"

He nodded "Now, I know this isn't exactly allowed but-"

Blaine cut him off "Then why say anything?"

"Because it needs to be asked" he replied back before continuing "do you two know a young girl called Quinn Fabray?"

My blood ran cold "Y-Yea, we do. Why?" I replied, visibly shaken

"She's been in an accident" he replied, sombrely "We don't know if she'll make it out alive..."

Before even thinking about what I was doing I'd moved from the sofa, grabbed up my coat and headed for the front door.

Suddenly I felt Blaine's hand on my arm "Don't go. She won't be able to talk you know that Kurt"

I turned to look at him, the tears shimmering in my eyes "She's my b-best friend! I'll bloody well go and keep a bedside vigil if I have to!" I released myself from him and stormed out the door, got into my car and drove for the hospital.

I stroked my thumb over the back of her hand, begging the tears to stay away "Do you remember that time you took up smoking and I told you that it would ruin your beautiful alto voice so you simply handed me one from the packet, turned to look at me and simply said 'Live a little, honey, you may learn something'?" I laughed at the memory – seeing as how she couldn't. "It was foul Quinn, utterly foul and I'm so glad you stopped." I sniffled, I felt so ridiculous just sitting there talking my best friend who was currently in a coma I stopped talking, I didn't want her to wake up and yell at me for banging on; that was the awful thing though – what if she didn't remember who I was or how close we'd become? What was I supposed to do then?

I bit my lip as another memory floated into my head "Quinn, oh my gosh, do you remember that time we pretended we were /dating/? OK, so no believed us but it was fun" I smiled a little and then looked at her properly – she looked pale and had cuts and bruises everywhere "You're still my prettiest friend y'know" I whispered "Nothing will ever change that, I promise you" I leant across and kissed her forehead "I'll be back to see you tomorrow and the day after that and so on until you're sick of the sight of me" I chuckled, gave her hand a loving squeeze and then left the room the tears already falling as I shut the door – this was all Finn and Rachel's fault and they knew it (which just made the whole thing worse). I composed myself and headed on out to the car park I needed to see Blaine and pronto.