Kurt didn't realize how tired he was until they actually got home. The emergency room freaked him out, and he had done plenty of crying. It turned out to be a fractured fibula, and the doctor said he had to wear an ugly black boot for the next six weeks. It wasn't fair. It was all Finn's fault.

Kurt's dad took him home after the hospital let him go, and he carried him inside. Kurt was too tired to protest, or else he would've insisted on walking.

"Do you wanna lay down on the couch?" he asked him.

"That's fine," Kurt mumbled, closing his eyes. He felt his dad set him down gently on the sofa. His leg hurt, but it wasn't as bad as it had been at first. He had a boot on it, and they had given him an IV of something at the emergency room to calm him down.

His dad put his leg up on a pile of pillows, and covered him in a blanket. "Does it hurt at all?"

"A little," he murmured. "I'm fine." He didn't want his dad worrying about him.

"Just go to sleep," he told him, and pulled the blinds shut so it would be dark. "You'll feel better when you wake up." Kurt nodded, already dozing off. He slid under the blanket, too exhausted to even think.

When he woke up, his dad was standing over him. His leg hurt a lot, and his head felt funny.

"Hey, kiddo. You got a visitor," his dad told him. Kurt blinked a few times. He had no clue who would come to see him. He quickly fixed his hair, just in case it was Finn. He didn't want to look like trash in front of him. "Come on in, he's right here." Kurt tried to sit up a little, and was a little disappointed when it turned out to just be Quinn.

"Hi," he said. Quinn helped him sit up all the way and let him lean on her while she rubbed his back.

"How are you?" she asked. Kurt laid his head on her shoulder.

"I'll be fine," he insisted. "Don't worry about me." Quinn pulled his blanket a little higher for him.

"We were all worried about you, silly," she told him. "Finn thought he'd killed you. Mercedes and I just tried to help you." Kurt smiled at the mention of Finn.

"I just slept, but I'm already tired again," he grumbled, hiding his face in Quinn's pink cardigan.

"Does it hurt at all?" she asked. Kurt nodded slowly. He normally wouldn't admit to it, but it did hurt. A lot. "Is your mom here? She can bring you your medicine. I'd do it myself but you're sort of laying on me." Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to cry, but a few tears got out. He wanted his mom there to take care of him. "It's okay, don't cry. We can get you something for the pain."

Kurt sniffled. He had to tell her. "No. You don't understand. My mom died." It was always hard to say it, and he started to cry for real. Quinn didn't say anything to him, but kept rubbing his back. Kurt didn't want to make things awkward for her, so he tried to stop. He sat up and wiped at his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to cry." To his surprise, Quinn gave him a kiss on the side of his head. Kurt smiled numbly.

"Why are you apologizing?" she asked. "It's not your fault. I should've known. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," he assured her. "She died when I was eight. I'm used to people not knowing, I just wish she could be here right now. She was always good at taking care of me when stuff like this happened."

"I'll stay here with you for a little while," Quinn offered. "Would you like that? Or do you want me to go?" Kurt shook his head.

"No no, stay," he said. "I like having you here. You remind me of her sometimes." Quinn smiled at him and ran her fingers through his hair.

"I'll stay with you, let me go get your pain medicine first. Do you want something to eat?" Kurt shook his head.

"'m not hungry," he told her. Quinn got up, and Kurt heard her talking to his dad, but he was too tired to try and eavesdrop. They both came back into the living room, Quinn sat back down by him and his dad knelt down in front of him.

"Here's some medicine, kiddo," he told him. "The doctor said you need to eat something with it, though. Do you want a sandwich or something?" Kurt made a face. Food just didn't sound good.

"I'm really not hungry," he insisted. "Can I just take the pills?" his dad sighed and stood up.

"I'll make you a can of soup. You don't have to eat it all, but you gotta have something." Kurt whined and leaned into Quinn again.

"It's okay," she whispered in his ear. "Once you take your medicine you can go back to sleep, and I'll stay here with you."

Kurt was thankful to have Quinn around. She helped him eat his soup when he spilled it on himself, she tucked him in and watched Say Yes to the Dress with him until he was too tired, and sat with him until he was ready to go to sleep.

"Quinn," he mumbled sleepily.

"Yeah?" she said softly.

"You'll be a great mom to your baby. It'll be lucky to have you." Kurt closed his eyes, so he couldn't see her reaction, but he felt her kiss the side of his head again, and he smiled.

Author's Notes:

Ugh sweet baby he's just in love with Finn and he's hurting and wants a mom and I love him so much.