Gleekforever12345: Oh… I really got to stop killing Finn don't I? Hopefully you won't all hate me for it. Nope, the baby was a girl! Faith Elizabeth. But Finn's memory can still live with Faith and everybody else even though she's a girl. And here comes chapter Q. It only took me a while because I couldn't decide what pairing I was going to do for it.

Precious- passenger: Aw, you're so sweet. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing that chapter. Awwwwww for you. And I was out on town when I read the review and when you wrote that I've improved I was almost dancing around the mall in pure happiness. You're welcome and yes. It's not too much left now. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing.

A shoutout goes to GleeJunkie007 for helping me decide what pairing I should do for this chapter. Thanks for the help. Even though it still took me like a year to decide what I was going to write about but… I ended up with this (If there is anyone here that does not know Harry Potter you should either google Quidditch, or PM me and I'll explain what it is) But is there really anyone left that doesn't know Harry Potter?!

This chapter might be slightly OOC, but I needed to find a way on why they wouldn't believe Sam right away.

Q is for Quidditch

"What are they doing?" I asked Kurt while watching Sam and Blaine running around with broomsticks put in between their legs and throwing a ball to each other and into a goal they had put up with an empty picture frame some tape and a small table.

I didn't really get the point with it though, with only two people playing and one goal they weren't even competing. I mean- not that I thought they should compete it was only that they always competed so I couldn't see why they weren't doing it right now?

"I don't know." Kurt couldn't answer my question, but just as he had answered Finn and Puck came out onto the Hudmel's front yard and heard him. And even though Finn hadn't heard the question, he had something to say about the answer Kurt could give.

"Everybody call the media! Kurt just admitted that he didn't know!" He joked and tousled in his older but smaller step- brother's hair. "What didn't you know by the way? If you didn't know something I do…." Finn didn't finish the sentence when Kurt glared at him. Oh if only glares could kill!

"What are Blaine and Sam doing?" I asked again.

"Playing Quidditch of course!" Finn stated as if it was the clearest thing in the world, for me and Kurt it still was as much of a questions and we raised each eyebrow and looked to Finn again hoping to get an answer. "Seriously? Don't you two know anything about Harry Potter?" I and Kurt looked to each other and hesitated- maybe it was time for us to start watching these movies now!

"No" We stated at last, both at the same time.

"Well, in Harry Potter there's this magical sport where they fly on broomsticks and there are… well I don't really want to explain this right now. Kurt have we got anymore broomsticks or anything somewhere?" Kurt nodded and answered the cupboard in the hallway and Finn disappeared for a second, before coming back with two broomsticks and handing one of them to Puck before joining the game and without me knowing how suddenly it was Finn and Puck against Blaine and Sam.

"How come you've got four different broomsticks?" I raised an eyebrow at Kurt when there suddenly were things a whole lot more interesting then who scored most of the times in the boys' game and we decided to turn around and slowly walked up the porch.

"We've got more like forty. Mum collected them and dad can't let them go."

"So in other words we could join the game too!?" I and Kurt stopped at the porch and looked to each other. "Nah!" Kurt nodded agreeing and we continued walking into the house and into the hallway. "By the way, is your stepmum home?"

"No, she's at work. Why?"

"She's a nurse right?"

"Yes."

"Oh I just thought that with four guys doing their best to run around with broomsticks between their knees and competing like that and everything. We might need her"

"Well, if it helps you calm down I think she's off early toda…." Kurt hadn't finished the sentence when we heard a shout from outside and then someone falling as well as something that sounded like someone breaking a branch right off. And suddenly we next heard my boyfriend's voice moaning in pain and I and Kurt didn't hesitate for long before we ran outside and found Sam lying with his face down in the grass.

The wooden broomstick that Sam had used in the Quidditch game was what had made the sound that I had feared was Sam's leg breaking. But that didn't keep him from lying whimpering in pain with his leg pulled up and his palm over his ankle as if that was what hurt him badly while he also was grimacing and in fact doing just about everything to let us know how much pain he was in.

"Dude." Finn was the first one to actually say anything. "Are you okay?"

"Ah damn it. I heard it crack." I held up the broken broomstick in front of him. "Oh…" Sam got a weird expression on his face. "Well… I felt it too I swear. Please Mercy you've got to believe me. It really, really hurts I think it's broken." I kneeled by Sam and tried to move his hand. "No, no, no…" Sam moaned and pulled away, although moving his leg it got too much and he slumped back towards the ground.

"Ow…."

I wasn't so sure what to say. The thing was I had seen Sam reacting like this to injuries so small like being pinched with a needles. So after everything and I couldn't help to take Sam's pain with a pinch of salt and at least get my own picture of what was going on before I did something too quickly. If only he would only move his hand…

I looked up when I heard a car pulling up. And when I looked up a car parked onto the Hudmel's driveway. "Well we'll know in not too long!" Kurt stated. "Because Carole's home." Kurt stood up and I saw him walk over to Carole and heard him mumble something and saw him gesture towards

Sam was lying right by me still whimpering in pain. But he turned his head and looked up when he heard Carole coming and raised on his elbow.

"Will you move your hand and let me take a look?" Carole asked calmly and kneeled by Sam's legs. Sam sniveled, and I got worried for real when I saw tears glim in his eyes. But he did slowly move his hand up his shin and Carole lowered her head to look down and then worked in silence while Sam whimpered with her every move and I laid my palm against his hair to try and calm him down and do my best to comfort.

"I don't know for sure if it's broken or 'just' a bad sprain honey." Carole said at last. "Can you try and stand up and I can see if you can take a couple of steps and if you've got some trouble we'll go to the hospital and get an x- ray okay?" Sam nodded and Carole moved to the side so I and she both held each of his shoulders and arms.

Sam groaned loudly when we had to more or less forced him into standing on his unhurt foot and then forward. Sam had barely put his weight on the hurt foot before he fell though and his scream in pain must have been heard all the way to the moon… or maybe New York if we had been lucky. I couldn't really tell.

"Oh, oh, oh." It was clear Carole had gone into the role of a nurse right now, here was something that wasn't quite the same than what it usually was and had been just five minutes ago. "It's okay honey, I've got you. Finn, Puck honey can you two come here and help us." Finn and Puck came over and took each of Sam's arms under their shoulders while I and Carole let go and Carole pulled up her car keys out of her pocket again.

I had wanted to come with Sam to the hospital. And seeing him jumping on one leg and supporting himself towards his best friends' shoulders made me want it even more. Even though Kurt grabbed onto me and held up the broken broomstick.

"If you are here, dad might not kill me when he sees this. This one was mum's favorite and she nagged dad forever for him to buy it for her." Kurt looked at me with his best puppy eyes. "Please stay here."

I looked to the group getting first Sam and then themselves into the car and then to Kurt. Sam was my boyfriend, and since months he didn't have his family with him when he got ill or hurt, but Kurt was my best friend and it was true like he said when older Mr. Hummel realized one of the most precious belongings of his beloved Elizabeth was broken he would not be happy.

"Okay." I said at last, forcing myself to think about the fact that Sam had Finn, Puck and Carole with him while Kurt would have no one if I left right now. And while we heard Carole back out of the parking lot and drive up the road I took the pieces of the broomstick that Sam had broken and glanced them in the spring sun.

"Your mum had loads of scarves right?" I looked up at Kurt and smiled when I had an idea. "Do you think you can find one of that kind that are not so wide but very long? I can't remember what they're called!" Kurt nodded, and then disappeared. "AND TAKE ONE THAT GOES WELL TOGETHER WITH THE COLORS OF THE BROOMSTICK!" I shouted after him while he disappeared into the house and I sat down onto the porch and listened until I heard his footsteps down the stairs and over the floor in the living room until he came out onto the porch and held up three scarves towards the broomsticks that was painted in blue, dark red and some weird silver- glitter color.

I took the silver colored scarf from Kurt and without a word I showed him to sit and hold the pieces of the broomstick together while I tied the scarf what must have been about a thousand laps around the broomstick and just as I tied the knot so it would hold the pieces together- or at least hide the fact that it was broken and we had put it leaned against the wall under the small roof over the porch just as Burt Hummel's car pulled over in the driveway and I walked down from the porch along with Kurt and tried to seem innocent.

"Okay kids." It didn't fool Mr. Hummel. "What have you two kids been up to? And where is Carole I thought she'd be home by now? And… What are the boys up to? If it's this quiet it can never be good." I and Kurt looked to each other and hesitated, and at last Kurt jumped up on the porch and held up the broom.

"We did this with a few of mum's old things. But…" Kurt didn't continue when Mr. Hummel reached out and took the broom and I crossed my fingers he wouldn't notice it was broken. For nothing, it took him about three seconds before he had pulled the pieces apart and stood looking from Kurt to me and back to Kurt with a glance that demanded an explanation.

"It wasn't us!" We stated at the exact same time like two two-year-old's who's messed up. "Well…"

"Sam and Blaine were playing some game… well… I don't really know what actually… some Harry- Potter- game with running around with the broomsticks in between their legs throwing a ball to each other."

"Quidditch?"

"Yeah that's what they called it." Mr. Hummel seemed amused by the fact that Kurt barely knew what it was called. "And Puck and Finn joined in, wait… where did Blaine go?" Kurt looked around but Mr. Hummel showed him to go on. "And they started competing and then it got kind of wild and I guess Sam must have stumbled or something because he was on the ground and whimpering and his foot really hurt. And then Carole came home and checked it over and she said too that it might be broken so they went to the hospital and Puck and Finn went with them. Now where is Blaine?"

Just as Kurt had questioned where his boyfriend was, which might or might not have been to pull his dad's thoughts away from the broomstick we heard the toilet that was right inside the front door flush, water running and then the door unlocked and Blaine came out and looked around seeming kind of confused.

"Where did Finn, Puck and Sam go?"

"Exactly how long have you been in the bathroom?"

"I found a paper alright?" Kurt sighed and shook his head, while Mr. Hummel seemed to be having a hard time not to laugh his ass off. "Where are they?" Kurt told Blaine the whole story, and I noticed he was pulling out on it as much as possible to save some time. "Oh that's bad!" Blaine scratched his neck and bit his lip. "So that's why I heard shouting!"

"Dad…" Kurt looked to Mr. Hummel who still stood with the pieces of the broomstick in his hands. "I'm sorry I should have…"Mr. Hummel held up his hands to silent Kurt. "Yeah… what do you want to say about all of this?"

"It's not your fault bud. And it's just a broomstick. What do you think I would do? Spank you with the broken pieces?" Kurt hesitated- I'm not so sure but I had a feeling that Kurt might have thought that Mr. Hummel might be very, very angry with him because of Elizabeth's old things. "Come on bud! And I've got to say. I'm not much for those things you have standing around for looking good but… I kind of like what you did with this! Let's put it inside though so it's not ruined the next time it rains. Now…. I'm going to take a guess it will be a while before Carole's back so who wants to help me with dinner?"

I, Kurt and Blaine all started preparing for the dinner. We all had put our phones in a row on the table so we could reach them fast if we had to but not one of them made a single sound for all the while we cooked or ate. And in fact the phones weren't the only ones in the kitchen that didn't say anything. Because while Kurt and Blaine were being cute and funny with each other more than cooking and Mr. Hummel was trying to get something done. I missed Sam, wondered if he was alright and just didn't feel like talking.

"Oh, here comes Finn." Burt suddenly stated and stretched out his neck to see better out the window while we were cleaning up the table after dinner. "But… nope. Sam and Carole aren't there." I waited for a few seconds, and then heard Finn's heavy steps on the porch and the door. "Hey Finn. What are the news?"

"Hey Burt." Finn came into the kitchen and looked around. Burt gestured towards the kettles on the stove. "Oh thank God! Ehrm…" He was met by four pairs of eyes looking more or less kind of demanding towards him to get to know what was going on. "Oh… Want to know what's going on with Sam?" Four heads bobbing up and down. "He broke his ankle, but not very badly. So they're putting a cast on it, giving him some painkillers to bring with him home even though he already had a bunch, and then he can go home. I had to wait for like a half hour for the bus so it shouldn't be too long before they're home. Can I eat now?"

Mr. Hummel nodded and walked into the living room and we heard the TV get turned on. Spontaneously Kurt seemed to jump up onto Blaine's back and then they were kissing and suddenly they were gone. At the same time all of Finn's concentration seemed to be at his twelfth portion of the chicken stew and I felt lonelier than ever. So I simply grabbed my bag and sat down on the porch so I would see right away when Sam and Carole would be coming back.

The mid- spring air was cool, and the clock passed six, so it started getting colder for the night and soon I was almost shivering and wishing that I had brought a jacket instead of just a thin, long- sleeved shirt under the short sleeved I was wearing. I looked down for a second, on the colorful, texted print "I love my perfectly awesome boyfriend"

I loved my perfectly awesome boyfriend! But even though I would always state that I would in no state become too addicted of him, and only had been without him for a couple of hours, damn it! How had I even survived all of those months without him while he moved away from Lima? Oh… In the middle of my thoughts something blinking woke me up and I raised and saw that what was blinking was lights from a car shining all the time but seemed like they were blinking because of driving by some trees.

And I could have recognized that blue SUV anywhere! In fact probably everyone in Lima knew it belonged to Carole Hudson- Hummel.

"Hey." I greeted when Carole stepped out of the car and walked to the back door to help Sam out. "How did it… Exactly how much painkillers did they give you?" Sam looked around the yard, and boy. He was delirious! Carole looked at me as answer, and had a look on her face as if she was working hard not to break down laughing while she helped Sam who had his foot in a cast and crutches down the driveway and I walked over and took his other arm.

"You got me begging you for Mercy…" Sam sung. "Oh… Mercy, Mercy… CEDES! Mercy!"

"Yes?"

"Can't you stay with me tonight? Please, please, please? Oh… Carole, Carole, Carole? Can she stay here tonight? Can she? Can she please?" Sam looked at Carole with his biggest smile and best puppy eyes. "Pleeeeeeaaaaaase?"

"Well, for me it's okay but maybe we should ask Mercedes as well, don't you think?" Sam hesitated and I could see he was working hard to get to an answer. Carole chuckled and looked past hima t me with a raised eyebrow. "Do you want to stay tonight?"

"Well…. I'd need to go home and get some things first but yeah, sure."

"YAY" Sam cheered and I and Carole had to catch him when he almost fell because he thought he would put his hands in the air. "Oh yeah, right. Oh… if you come here to stay the night do you know what we should do then? We should, we should watch Harry Potter and we should watch the first movie and… then you'll know what Quidditch is because Quidditch is the most awesome sport ever… ugh." Sam suddenly moaned and seemed kind of weird.

"Sam, are you alri…" Suddenly I had to jump away when Sam suddenly lurched to the side and threw up. "Alright, that's okay." I patted his back while Carole still held one of his arms to keep him steady while he threw up again. "It's just the… painkillers I guess?" Carole nodded. "Oh you poor thing!" Sam seemed mostly nauseas and tired when he turned to sit down on the porch and leaned against me when I sat down by him.

"Ugh…" He lifted his head and looked up at me after a few seconds. "And all of this because I played Quidditch?" I nodded and answered him yes. "I'm never gonna play Quidditch again!"

So… that seemed like a good place to end it. Hahaha, high Sam was so fun to write. I don't know if it's too realistic but hey… it's fun so don't like don't read!

So yeah… this chapter was sexist! Don't like don't read.

See ya next time!