Blaine sat up quickly, tired and a little dazed. He also didn't know what was going on.

"Whereami?" He mumbled rubbing his eyes.

"Blaine!" the voice hissed. Blaine looked over to see Quinn standing dumbstruck at the door. He then looked at Kurt'd sleeping form, which ten seconds earlier was snuggled into Blaine's arms.

Shit.

"Blaine, what're you-" Quinn's voice was getting louder so Blaine cut her off.

"Quinn, hold on. Just be quiet for a second." He started untangling himself from Kurt'd sheets.

"Why should I-"

"Quinn." Blaine pleaded quietly, "Please."

Quinn scowled but stayed silent as Blaine finally got out of the bed. He made sure Kurt was still sleeping before walking over to Quinn and motioned out the door. She understood and they both walked out and Blaine shut the door quietly, before turning to Quinn, who looked really pissed off.

"Thanks... urm, Tha-"

"For what, Blaine? I told you he was just trying to get into your pants! What, is he giving you hand jobs, blow jobs? Do you really turn to guys because i won't put out? God, Blaine-" Blaine had stayed quiet for the most it, mainly from shock, and he decided to intercept at this moment.

"Quinn. Calm. The fuck. Down." He said sternly. Her face only grew angrier at this. "Look Quinn, He's been having nightmares since he got here. He wakes up screaming every night, and i gave up sleeping in my own bed because it was easier for me to know when he's having a nightmare. I needed you to be quiet in there because that was his first night without one. He's actually sleeping normally for once and you could have woke him." Quinn bit her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry for assuming that you would cheat on me..." She said, looking at her feet. Blaine sighed and brought her into a hug.

"It's fine. Just, don't jump to conclusions so fast next time, okay? Stay around to listen to the explanation. Okay?" Quinn nodded into his neck. Then Blaine pulled out of the hug and shot her a confused look. "What're you doing here anyway?"

"I came to see you, silly." She said while smiling.

"Yeah... but how did you know which was my dorm room?" He'd never told her. They never talked about their schools, much less where Blaine sleeps.

"Well... Kurt told his friend Mercedes, just in case she wanted to visit him, and I knew you two were dorming together. So i asked her and she told me." Blaine nodded at Quinn.

"Come on then." He said, leading her back into his room. She went to sit on his unslept in bed while he went over to hid mini fridge and getting out two bottles of water and threw one to Quinn, who caught it and mumbled a thanks. Blaine checked the time before going to sit besides her, sipping at his drink and watching Kurt finally sleep peacefully.

"You're a really nice guy, Blaine. No other straight guy would do what you've done for him." She leaned into his side and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, well, I think that judging someone based on who they fall in love with is stupid. Straight guys need to realize that being gay is okay. Kurt's my friend. I'm not just going to let him suffer just because he's gay. It's sick. So he likes guys, so what! I think he's an awesome guy, and deserves to be treated like everyone else. Or better. Because he is so much better then any bully out there."

Quinn mumbled something he couldn't hear before she stood and went to look at his desk. It was cluttered with unfinished homework (He had been slower at doing his own as he still did Kurt's), his laptop, a few pens, and pictures were stuck to the wall next to it. The was one of the warblers, him and his parents, and then one that was at a pool party (meaning he was shirtless in it, with no gel, which he just remembered he doesn't have any hair gel in yet...) with a pretty girl with long, curly black hair and hazel eyes, just like his. She was two years older than him and Blaine adored her. It was his sister, Layla. He hadn't seen her in a year and he missed her a lot. But she was coming home for Christmas, which was only two weeks away.

"Do you still blame yourself?" Quinn asked as she admired the picture of Blaine and his sister, even if Blaine thought she was only checking him out shirtless.

"What?" She looked at him and sighed.

"About Kurt. You never told me what happened, only you blamed yourself. Do you still?" Blaine looked at his lap, fiddling with his bottle of water.

"Yeah, It's stupid but, he did what-" Blaine was cut off by a pillow hitting him. He turned to see Kurt scowling at him.

"Stop it, Blaine. I've told you it's not your fault. My dad told you it's not your fault. He likes you, if it was your fault then he would've killed you." Blaine looked back down at his lap, not saying anything.

"Hell, even i've told you that Blaine." Quinn cut in. Blaine still stayed silent.

"Blaine. It is not your fault. Now stop being stupid. You promised to drive me to Lima today and it's already half past ten." He said as he slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom to begin his daily skin care routine without another word. Blaine watched him as he walked over to it. You could just how he walked that something was bothering him, and Blaine felt the urge to hug him and make it all go away. He felt this everyday, and refused to act upon it.

"He's right, you know." Blaine closed his eyes, trying to block Quinn out.

"Leave it, Q." Blaine said and fell back on his bed. Quinn scowled even though he couldn't see it.

"Doesn't Kurt have his own car?" She asked, looking back at his desk.

"No. His dad brought him here so I give Kurt lifts when he needs them. It's fine. I'm trying to help and i want him to spend time with his family." Quinn smiled and then walked over to Blaine's bed, sitting on it, and leaning over so her face was inches above Blaine's.

"You're too perfect." She muttered before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips.