I want to just bring everyone in for a giant group hug. You guys are too amazing. I cannot even—80 alerts and tons of faves and then the reviews. If I could bake you all cookies I would seriously. I may not eat them, but apparently I am the best baker ever. I apologize if Puck comes off a bit OOC… I'm really trying to work on writing him, but I can write angsty, angry, depressive Puck any day; it's the sweet, sensitive Puck that I'm having issues with.

Also, We All Fall Down should have SOMETHING new tomorrow. It Never Happened and me are having brain-to-computer issues because my brain says, "write this and this and this and AMAZING" and then I write and write and write and DELETE. We'll get there. Promise.

Chapter 6

Kurt returned to Blaine's hospital room the next morning to find Blaine curled up next to Quinn. Kurt had practically been forced by Blaine to go home and rest. He had to remind himself that while he loved Blaine so far Blaine never showed any signs of reciprocating; with all of the recent events he really didn't want to push Blaine into anything too serious anyways. Puck had walked in behind him, four cups of coffee balanced perfectly. Kurt smiled gratefully, taking his cup and then one for Blaine and set both of them on the table.

"Is it weird that I'm jealous?" Kurt said softly and motioned towards the two sleeping on the bed. Puck shrugged. "Like he's gay. Obviously. And Quinn is a girl, but I just feel—"

"Like you want to pull her away from him and be the one he's sleeping next to?" Puck answered smoothly. He was staring at the two of them intently before quickly saying with his patented smirk, "Of course, though, I would much rather lie next to her."

Kurt rolled his eyes and sat down next to Blaine's bed and Puck fell into a chair in the corner of the room; they lapsed into a comfortable silence when Kurt picked up his magazine and Puck started playing a game on his cell phone. Quinn woke first, fifteen minutes after Kurt had arrived, and kissed Blaine's cheek before excusing herself to the bathroom.

"How was it?" Kurt asked and for a moment Quinn looked both disturbed and confused. "Blaine. Last night?"

"Oh!" Quinn laughed. "He had a nightmare, but it went okay. The nurses gave him a sedative after so he might be out for a few more hours. Is that coffee?" She stared at Puck with soft, smiling eyes and reached for the cup. "You are a life saver."

"How are you?" Kurt asked politely, keeping his eyes on Blaine's sleeping form.

"I'm tired, but fine," she sighed. "He's worried about where he's going to go."

"I could probably talk to my da—"

"Actually," Quinn bit her lip. "I asked my mom if he could take our guest bedroom. We have so much room Kurt; you're obviously welcome over any time you want." She grabbed a hold of his hand and squeezed it gently. "He's going to need the both of us."

"Kurt?"

The three turned to find Blaine struggling to keep his eyes open. He was awake, but barely.

"Hey," Kurt soothed, pushing back his matted curly brown hair. "You should sleep."

"I thought he got you," Blaine whimpered and tried to pull Kurt into a hug, but he was too weak. Kurt squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"I'm right here. Just sleep okay? We'll be here when you wake up."

Blaine drifted back to sleep and Quinn sighed. Kurt, still holding onto her, squeezed her hand this time, "Why don't you go home and get some sleep? I'm sure he'll be out for a while and he'll understand that you needed a shower and a nap and some food, Quinn."

"Yeah," Puck said with a smile and popped up from his chair. "Why don't I run by Mc Donald's and grab us some food, and then I'll take you home so you can get some rest?"

Quinn, too tired to really argue any longer, nodded her head in agreement. She leaned down to kiss Blaine's forehead and then pulled Kurt into a long, tight hug. Puck followed her out the door, and Kurt laughed, "Just rest, Puck."

Blaine wasn't sure what time it was when he finally opened his eyes, but he was mostly unsure of a lot of things.

Where was he?

Where was his dad?

What day was it?

"Hey," Kurt looked up from his magazine at the sheets rustling and smiled at him.

"Oh," Blaine sighed, realizing that it was Kurt; both he and Kurt were safe, and his father wasn't there. "Hey."

Kurt chuckled, "Hey to you too. How are you feeling?"

"M'kay," Blaine nodded, slipping into Warbler Blaine, but Kurt shook his head fast.

"No, you're not. So stop lying."

Blaine sighed again, "I'm in a little bit of pain, but I'm fine, Kurt." He forced out a painful smile. "I'm glad you're here. Where's Quinn?"

"She went home to get some rest. I sent Puck with her to make sure she got there okay," Kurt scooted his chair closer to the side of Blaine's bed and sighed. "Though I'm not entirely sure how that will work."

Blaine laughed, a real, genuine laugh, "Oh god. You do realize how much they love each other right? It's absolutely ridiculous that they never were together longer."

"Well having a baby with your boyfriend's best friend does change a lot," Kurt explained with a grin. He'd told Blaine the stories months ago when he'd been ranting about missing home and all the drama that came with New Directions.

"But she loves him," Blaine insisted. "And you can see that Puck clearly cares about her. Does he have the emotion 'love'? I'm still not quite sure what to make of him."

"He did apparently keep Quinn under control after she and Mr. Schuester brought you in to the emergency room," Blaine hummed to himself. "Nah."

"You can stay if you want," Quinn said and dropped her purse to the table. "After you eat, you can leave. Or you can stay and take a nap too."

Puck could tell she was nervous. He couldn't tell if it was because she was distracted and was unsure of what to say or if because she was really nervous to be around him. Alone.

"Do you want me to go?" Puck asked.

"No!" Quinn turned on her heels to face him, eyes widened, and mouth open. "I—I mean, I just don't really feel like being alone. Not now."

"Sure," he shrugged and began unpacking the Mc Donald's bag. The two each stole a glance of each other, as they ate, neither realizing that the other was watching. After the two finished their meal they silently climbed the stairs. Puck began to retreat to the guest bedroom when Quinn's voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Could you—maybe—stay with me tonight?" Puck shot her a questioning look and she shook her head softly, her blonde locks sweeping from side to side. "Not like that. Not—I just don't want to be alone right now."

"Yeah," Puck hoped she didn't realize how hitched that had came out as soon as he said it, but Quinn didn't seem to notice as she shakily held out her smaller hand for him to take. He accepted it, gladly, and let her lead him towards her bedroom. She curled against his chest, and he rubbed her back as she sobbed. For Kurt. For Blaine. For all the pain everyone had ever made them go through. "It's okay. It's going to be okay."