So, that was pretty boring. Not much happening here either, but enjoy anyways!

Still don't own Glee, worse luck.

Reviews are also a warming cup of cocoa, ya know.

"Kurt?" Came a small voice, and out padded Quinn Fabray, her blonde hair only slighty damp, and the pale rose sweater was streched around her.

"Oh dear, we'll need to get you some more stuff." Kurt said, frowning at the tightness of it.

"No, no. You've been far too kind already!" Quinn protested, but she fell silent when Kurt raised his hand.

"Like I said, it's something I think is required in a friendship."

Quinn burst into tears again, and he patted the bed beside him, motioning her to sit down.

She collapsed heavily, and he took her hand.

"It's ok to cry you know." He murmered, and she shot a sideways glance at him, before a puzzled expression came about her.

"I have...A few questions though."

"Fire away." He mumbled, watching her carefully.

"Why do you have maternity clothes? Why do you know it is okay to cry? You have a perfect life! Money, clothes, and that leads me to my last question. Why are you dressed so perfectly now, when before you were in..." The image of her saviour flashed through her mind - "A white teeshirt, and baggy blue jeans? That's not the impeccable Kurt I know."

She paused.

"Ohmygod, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean any of that. I just was caught up in the moment. You've been so kind and all I do is rant!"

Kurt hushed her again. "I know you may be curious. Answer to question one, my mum. I have all her old clothes. Question two, I don't have a perfect life, far from it. Every day I get hassled, slushied, thrown in a dumpster. And I know it's okay to cry, because I did every day for a whole year when I was six. And question three, you can't hold it up forever."

Quinn blushed. She'd forgotten about Kurt's school life. And she was curious why he cried every day when he was six. Had he understood himself so early in life?

"If.. If you don't mind me asking... Why did you cry?"

Kurt bit his lip. "If you don't want to answer, it's okay! I'm so crass sometimes."

"It's not that Quinn. It's just I'm still getting over it. My mum died when I was six."

Quinn held his hand tighter. "It's so typical to say I'm sorry... But I really do mean I'm sorry now, for the first time I said sorry, and for now also."

Kurt smiled. "Quinnie it's okay. Quinnie, I like that. I might just use that. You really suit your name, you know."

She smiled and bounced on the bed gently. "So I've been told."

Suddenly Kurt's phone came to life, and he grabbed it, and glanced at the screen.

"Mercedes, asking do I want to come over and re-watch.. Oh, how ironic. Singing In The Rain. Hmm, well I need to look after you Quinnie, so I'll just call her to aplogise." He said, scrolling to Mercedes number.

She picked up quickly, just as Quinn started to protest. "Sssh, Quinnie. I'm talking to Mercedes. Oh, hi girl." He said, and Mercedes's voice boomed out.

"Is... Quinn with you!?" She said, her voice raising in shock.

"Eh, yeah, long story." Kurt mumbled.

"Daaamn Kurt, what are you up to this time? Not going to use her to get closer to Finn or anything?"

"Mercedes! She can hear! And Finn won't talk to her anyways." He groaned, before shooting an sorry look to her.

"Hell, I'm way behind on everything. My mind must be stuck on around Sectionals time still! Well, see ya then."

"Bye. Have fun with the movies anyways! I think Rachel," He snorted, "Might be up for some musicals! Byyee!" He crowed, before hanging up and turning back to her.

"You shouldn't have given up a night in with your bestie for me." She huffed, and he gave shrugged his shoulders.

"I've seen it loads of times. You're more important." He helped her up and brought her up the stairs, and up another flight, to the second level, before opening a door and leading her into a cream room with a bed.

"This can be your room for now anyways." He said, fluffing out the duvet and sighing.

"It's rubbish, I know, but where have you been going before this?"

"Hostel." She murmered, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Kurt, you've been far too kind. You didn't have to take me in, you didn't even have to stop on your way to the shops, and yet, here you are, giving me a room, a shower, some clothes."

"Must I repeat myself?" He sighed, and grabbed her hand again, leading her to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, he asked "Have you gotten any cravings?"

"Eggs, or even more, omelettes."

Kurt nodded, grabbing some eggs and whipping up the mixture, while she spun around on the retro bar stool.

Soon two plates of steaming 'eggie pancakes' as she had called them when she was small, were infront of them, and Quinn was tucking in like it was her last meal.

"Eat, be merry, for tomorrow we may have no home." He quipped, staring at her wolfing it down, his own first bite on his fork as she was near finished.

"Tell me about it." She said with a full mouth. "At the hostel, I got up early so I could nab some of the bread and fruit."

Kurt's face paled. He hadn't really taken it in when she had said hostel.

"Why didn't you go to any-one elses house?" He asked gently.

"I was embarrassed. Finn was out. Puck, out. Santana. No way. Brittany, her parents are too close to mine for that. Everyone eles I wasn't close enough with."

"So you've been on the streets, what... One month at home, one at Finns, three weeks at Pucks... That's 4 months and a week."

"I didn't stay at Pucks. I was with my Athiest cousin. But she lives in a tiny flat with her boyfriend so there was no space. I felt obliged to leave."

"Well darling. You can stay here for four years and a week, as long as you want."