Chapter 3 - Progress Today
Nearly two week passed by before Blaine had a chance to catch Quinn alone, not because she was never alone, but because he was never alone. When Kurt figured out that Blaine was trying to converse with the former cheerleader, Blaine was shocked to hear Kurt tell him to forget about her, that she was a lost cause, but Blaine could see the sadness in his boyfriends eyes, and even if he couldn't, he wasn't about to give up on her. He knew that whatever happened, something had broken Quinn, something that made her feel helpless and alone and he was all too familiar with that feeling.
"Hi," he started awkwardly as he walked over to her, it was his free period and she was sitting under the bleachers on a curb. She gave him an odd look as she lit a cigarette.
"Hi," she stated, her eyes slightly narrowed, silently asking him to leave.
"Don't you have class?" He asked, trying to start conversation. She glared at him.
"Algebra 2." She let out a breath of smoke before taking another lung full of tobacco. He nodded, clutching the strap of his bag as he shuffled from foot to foot.
"Look," he said after a deep breath, "I know you know who I am. I know that you left because you were pregnant. I know you don't want this Quinn."
"Is that right?" she asked with a chuckle.
"Quinn, whether you want to admit it or not, you need someone to talk to—" he was interrupted when she snorted.
"And you're that someone?" she asked, looking doubtful.
"Talking to a stranger is easier then talking to a friend; I know I couldn't talk to my friends when I was hurting." He continued to shuffle his feet, his nerves getting the better of him under her harsh eyes. She was observing him, taking in his every detail and searching every secret.
"How's Kurt?" she asked, taking another cigarette out of her bag. Though a little blindsided by the question, Blaine was happy that she hadn't killed him, so he answered it enthusiastically.
"Great! He's loving glee. They're finally going to give him a solo." Blaine beamed at the thought of his boyfriend. He glanced over to Quinn, hoping to gage her reaction. She didn't spare him a glance as she lit the cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke.
"I meant emotionally, I know he left because our resident closeted gay threatened his life." Still she didn't look at him as she took another puff of the deadly tobacco.
"How do you know that?" he asked. She gave him a sideways look before letting out a dry laugh.
"I keep up." She didn't offer any more information and even though Blaine was dying to know more, but he knew better then to push.
"He's doing well, had a few panic attacks the first week but pretty well, he misses you though." She let out a smile.
"Yeah," she said softly, "I know."
The conversation died away quickly after that, since Quinn wasn't in the sharing mood, but that was ok with Blaine. He sat quietly next to her as she continued to smoke and watch the PE class while he pulled out his French book and started to read. When the bell rang, signaling 8th period, Blaine got up from his spot and waited for Quinn. At first she didn't seem to notice that he was waiting for her but after giving him a curious look she packed her bag and pushed past him. Blaine had to suppress the victory dance, they'd made progress today.
The minute he stepped into class his eyes searched for her. She wasn't in her seat and she'd left before him so she should be there. Where was she?
A/n Sorry this took so long, I could have swore I'd already posted this. And if you haven't checked out the awesome trailor for this story a friend of mine made it's on my profile page. I should have the next chapter soon.