Not the most realistic way for Quinn to get hurt, but I can see it happening. XD

Anyways, here's the next chapter as promised. :) You get a little bit more insight into Kurt and Blaine's night, and you find out what happened to Quinn. :3 Next one will be up early next week. R&R!

An awkward silence settled over Mercedes and Kurt as they exited the cafeteria and made their way down the long hallway beside the gym. The other groups had split off, and thanks to Blaine (what a help he was), Kurt was now walking with Mercedes. Alone. And she had questions. That was not a good thing.

After a few minutes of Mercedes glancing over at Kurt suspiciously without saying anything, the diva finally spoke.

"Alright, white boy. Time to talk. You need to tell me everything that went on last night involving you and a certain Mr. Anderson." Her deep brown eyes bored into Kurt's skull as she waited for the answer, and the boy felt an uncomfortable reddening in his cheeks. This was going to be…very difficult. He couldn't lie to her; she was his best friend. But how was he supposed to tell her that they had snuggled? He sighed, glancing at her, but he found it impossible to look into her eyes without feeling guilty. Looking back down at the ground, he spoke.

"Um…there was a bed. Backstage. It was the only place we could find to sleep, so we both climbed into the bed. We stayed on opposite sides. I fell asleep." Kurt was finding it hard to speak, his sentences choppy and nervous. Mercedes couldn't help but laugh, giving him a playful nudge.

"Come on, Kurt, I'm your best friend. It's not a big deal." Kurt finally sent her a small smile, before livening up a bit to continue the tale.

"I was – apparently – shaking in my sleep. Like, freezing." He told her, and Mercedes nodded.

"Yeah, whenever you used to sleep over at my house we always had to crank up the heat; I could barely stand it." Kurt nodded in agreement.

"And so anyways…I'm not quite sure what happened, but apparently Blaine couldn't take my shivering. And he felt sorry for me. I don't know any details past that, except for the fact that I woke up this morning with his arms wrapped around me." A sheepish, excited smile crossed Kurt's face, and he felt the need to add "And I was warm." Mercedes giggled, hugging him.

"Oh my god, if that boy isn't in love with you, pigs will fly." She said, and Kurt couldn't help but laugh as well. "What was your reaction?" She asked next. Kurt paused.

"When I woke he was asleep. It wasn't awkward, really, when he woke I don't guess…well, sort of." He laughed again at his rambling. "I just sort of sat up and turned to Blaine, telling him I was warm. And he laughed nervously and said something like 'Oh, right' and let go of me." Mercedes rolled her eyes. "What?" Kurt exclaimed, turning to her.

"You should've stayed like that. Something more could have come out of it." She winked at him suggestively, and he gasped in mock-astonishment, slapping her playfully. The Warbler was about to say something more, but a pained scream cut him off. The two halted dead in their tracks and slowly their gazes came to rest on each other.

"What was that?" Mercedes asked quietly, her eyes wide.

"It sounded like Quinn." Kurt murmured. Mercedes voice was filled with disbelief and concern.

"Oh my god. What if something happened?" Shock crossed the two divas' faces, and they immediately started running, hoping to find the source – and the cause – of the scream.


A few minutes later, Kurt and Mercedes rounded a corner and found quite a scene before them. There was a staircase directly across the hall. Towards the top of the stairs, Quinn was sitting, her legs splayed and her face twisted in agony. The Cheerio was cradling her arm, tears slipping silently down her face. At the top of the steps, Rachel was frozen in horror, her hands in front of her eyes. Finn was trying to calm her down, while Blaine sat with Quinn. He was unfamiliar with the girl, but that didn't matter right now. He had put his arm around her shoulders, and was supporting her wrist softly with his hand as she leaned against him.

"What happened?" Kurt called out in incredulity, rushing forward to Quinn and kneeling down beside her. Mercedes walked up the steps past them and over to Finn and Rachel. She was about to ask the same thing, but suddenly footsteps were heard echoing in one of the halls, and a breathless Sam appeared followed by Santana, Brittany, and Puck. Sam immediately ran to his girlfriend and dismissed Blaine, taking the Warbler's place. Santana and Brittany stood nearby, while Puck looked confused and worried at the bottom of the steps.

No one seemed to speak for a few moments, until Puck finally spoke.

"Okay, I'm assuming someone already asked this, but what the hell happened?" He asked, almost glaring at Sam and Finn, who seemed to be the two 'leaders' present at the time. Finn finally stepped away from Rachel and opened his mouth to speak, but Rachel stepped in front of him, shaking her head and wiping a few tears from her eyes.

"It…it was my fault." She said quietly. Surprised gazes flicked to the small girl, curious and confused. Quinn also looked up, panting a bit, but she didn't try to interrupt Rachel. As Rachel continued, her mind flashed back to what had happened.

"I haven't had time to do it yet." Quinn was saying as she, Sam, Finn, Rachel, and Blaine were walking down the hall. They had been speaking of the Science Fair Project; Rachel was convinced it was due Monday, when everyone else knew it was due Friday.

"And why is that?" Rachel had asked, crossing her arms. "Cheerios?" Her voice was almost mocking, and Finn shot her a warning look. Rachel had never mocked the Cheerios openly before, but for some reason, she did this time. Quinn stopped walking, and a worried look crept across Sam's face. Blaine simply stepped back, uncomfortable as tension filled the air. Quinn spun on her heel, glaring at Rachel.

"Actually, yes." She replied coolly. "Cheerios practice." Rachel crossed her arms as well, taking a step forward.

"Oh, please. You guys act like you're so great, but how hard can it be to do this?" Rachel stepped backwards, and then did a forward handspring; it was slightly clumsier and slower than one that Quinn would do, but it was decent. Finn and Sam glanced at each other. Why had Rachel suddenly chosen to be threatening towards Quinn? Quinn's jaw slacked and her eyes narrowed in anger.

"Okay, that was completely sloppy." Uh-oh. Sam stepped forward to intervene, but Quinn put a hand up, not talking to him. "This is how you do a forward handspring." Finn opened his mouth to tell Quinn that maybe she shouldn't do it right now, but she ignored him as well. Backing up and judging her distance, Quinn leapt forward, executing the move perfectly. But she had misjudged her distance, and she came a bit too close to the stairs.

Her hand hit the top step, and the edge of it slid down, slamming onto the next concrete step. Suddenly all the weight was on her wrist, and the girl flipped forward, crying out in pain as she collapsed on the stairs.

"So you caused her to snap her wrist?" Santana growled at Rachel as the girl finished the story. Rachel's mouth fell open, and irritation crossed her face.

"I did not cause her to do anything." She retorted, crossing her arms. Santana shook her head with narrowed eyes, but Rachel simply ignored her. Quinn lifted her head.

"I'll be alright." She muttered. "It's not Rachel's fault." The group waited as Quinn put her healthy wrist and slowly stood. Sam immediately stood with her, worried, and supported her weight.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asked quietly. Quinn took a step, Sam's hands still guiding her by her elbows, and she shook her head.

"I'm alright." She repeated, nodding. Sam visibly let out a breath of relief, and the rest of the group nodded. Suddenly, there was another echo of footsteps, similar to the ones heard earlier from Santana, Puck, Brittany, and Sam. As the group looked up, Artie, Mike, and Tina appeared, all breathing heavily.

"What happened?" Tina asked, looking around frantically. "We heard a scream." Quinn smiled bitterly, raising her good hand slightly.

"I uh…snapped my wrist." She muttered, almost as if she was embarrassed from the accident. Mike and Artie glanced in worry at each other, and Tina looked horror-struck. After they had stared for a good minute, Rachel stepped forward, raising her hand.

"Why don't we stop standing around?" She asked quietly. "Mike, isn't your mom a doctor?" She asked. Mike look startled when she addressed him, but he nodded.

"Yeah."

"Can you help Quinn in any way?" Rachel asked him. The boy paused for a second, and then nodded.

"I've seen Mom deal with broken bones before. I'll see what I can do." Rachel nodded with a small smile.

"Alright. Why don't you, Quinn, and Sam head to the nurse's office?" Mike nodded again, and Quinn and Sam silently followed him down the hallway, disappearing around a corner. Rachel took a deep breath.

"Okay. Now that that's settled, why don't we all head to the choir room and just…sit for a while, hopefully avoiding any more injuries." The group nodded quietly in agreement, murmuring to each other about Quinn in hopes that her arm would be okay. Silently, they made their way to the choir room as the hallways began to dim with the coming of another night.