I was lying on Will's couch, he was in the kitchen putting the Chinese food into bowls.

"Where did you go after Rachel's song today? Everyone was really worried about you," He said. I didn't want to tell him that I broke down and cried like a baby...But I didn't want to lie to him.

"I...Honestly? I ran for ages before collapsing on the back oval in a ball of tears. Santana came after me and we had a chat." I say.

"Quinn, why didn't you just tell me that? Instead of acting all weird tonight?"

"I don't want you to think that I'm a pathetic, crying mess..."

"I don't think that about you, Quinn I think you're a strong, intelligent woman who has been through hell and back. I think you're a woman who doesn't realise just how truly amazing she is. I really like you, Quinn and I will do anything for you. If that means holding you when you're down, or seeing you as a crying mess then that's what I'll do." He was sitting next to me now, his arms around my waist and two bowls of Chinese were sitting on the table in front of us.

His apartment is cute, but the blue walls are a bit weird. It's weird, but it suits this apartment, you couldn't put blue walls in my house...it would look hideous. I wonder if Terri picked the wall colour...

I cuddle into Will's side, "Thanks for everything..." I whisper. He just grips me harder and starts to stroke my hair, in this moment I feel okay.

"Mr Schue," Finn raised his hand, I already knew I didn't like where this was going.

"I have something to say, something happened to me." Oh boy... "And I can't really get into it, but it's shaking me to my core."

"Oh My God, he's coming out!" Puck says from his seat.

"Yes, there is a man who has sort if recently come into my life," WHAT?!

Kurt leaned forward in anticipation, "That man is Jesus Christ." Finn finished...Oh thank Heavens.

"That's way worse," Puck stated, earning a glare from Will.

"I know there are others of us in here, that dig him too." He looked up to face me, the obvious one. "So, I thought maybe this week, we could pay tribute to Him, in music. You know? Pay tribute to Jesus."

Kurt interrupted, "Sorry, ah but if I wanted to sing about Jesus I'd go to church and the reason I don't go to church is because most churches don't think very much about gay people. Or women. Or science."

"I don't see anything wrong with getting a little church up in here," I'm glad Mercedes is defending the church. There's nothing wrong with it.

"I agree, I've had a really hard year and I turned to God a lot for help. I for one, wouldn't mind saying thanks." Will was looking at me with sympathetic eyes, but I don't think he completely agreed.

"Thanks for what? That it didn't come out a lizard baby?" Santana bit. Ugh. She always has something negative to say!

I couldn't be mad at her though, because her secret girlfriend was too damn forgivable. "Whenever I pray, I fall asleep..." Brittany said.

"Well, guys maybe our song selection doesn't have to be about Jesus-" Will gestured towards Finn, "we could do songs about spirituality."

I could feel Puck rolling his eyes without even looking. "You got a problem with Jesus?" Finn asked him.

"No, I got no problem with the guy," came the response, "I'm a total Jew for Jesus, he's my number one heat, what I don't like seeing is people using J money to cramp everybody else's style. Cuz it seems to me that true spirituality - or whatever you want to call it, is about enjoying the life you've been given." He paused briefly, "I mean I see God every time I make out with a new chick," he was rudely interrupted by Berry.

"Okay, that doesn't make any sense, in fact it's stupid." She was right, his...theory was stupid, but there was some sense in what he was saying, that's for sure.

"Are you calling Mr Billy Joel stupid? This time, I'd like to continue my streak of doing only songs by Jewish artists." Puck walked to the front of the room and Will watched in disbelief with the rest of us as Finn sat back down in his chair next to Man Hands.

"Hit it," Puck said to the band, who had watched the whole scene unfold.

Puck did an amazing cover of 'Only The Good Die Young' and I found myself dancing in front of my seat, twirling my skirt around...giving Will a good view of what he was getting later tonight.

Half of the group had joined Puck down the front and we were all dancing and having an awesome time.

We were all clapping and cheering when the song came to an end, all except for Kurt who was sitting near the door, staring at his phone.

I arrive late to French and take a seat near the back. "Alright everyone, continue practicing your conversations with the people next to you. Your oral assessment will be next week." Our teacher was old and annoying...ugh.

I turned to Jemima and started talking in fluent French to her about shoes and Cheerios.

Will and Emma came running into the classroom minutes into out conversation and whispered something to the teacher.

"Kurt," Will said, "Can we talk to you outside?" Panic took over the boy's face and he left without a word.

As soon as the three are gone for more than a few minutes I pull out my phone to text him.

"No phones in class, Ms Fabray." The old hag nags at me.

"I'm texting Coach Sue, she wants to see me afterschool," I lie.

"Okay. Be quick."

'What's going on? Are you okay?' I send the message and an anxious feeling starts to gnaw at my stomach.

Ten minutes pass with no reply, and the anxiousness gets worse. I actually really like Kurt. I sincerely hope everything's okay.

The end of the lesson and I decide to text Will. 'What's happening? Call me. x'

Five minutes pass before my phone vibrates.

One new message: Will

Kurt's father had a heart attack. He's in a coma.

Shit! I call Will's mobile.

"Is he okay?!" I exclaim before he even says hello.

"I don't know. It's not looking great, Kurt's in with him now. I just don't know what to say to him, I feel so...helpless. You know?" He let out a deep sigh.

"I understand, the best thing you can do right now is to just be there for him. Really let him know that you are there, and I'm here for him too." I say into the phone.

"Mmm, I've got to go. Kurt's coming out of the room now. I'll talk to you when I get back to school. Bye." He says before hanging up the phone.

"Big day at school...not really the thing that happens every day..." Will tries to fill the silence that lingers around his apartment.

"Yeah, I just feel so sorry for Kurt."

"Me too. What do you tell a kid that could be losing his dad?"

"I don't know, I just think it's really important that we're all there for him this week," I say.

"Yeah..." I lean over and kiss Will. It's a passionate kiss and he fully commits to it.
"Do you want to take this to the bedroom?" He asks, as he pulls away.

"Uh-uh." I say, leaning over to plant a small kiss on his cheek.

Afterwards we spend the night just holding each other and talking about all the things we're grateful for.

"I love you, Quinn Fabray." He says when he thinks that I've fallen asleep.