Quinn was curled up on the couch in a tight little ball, her blonde hair splayed over a throw pillow. She looked troubled even in her sleep and Kurt instinctively that she didn’t just stop by to see how he was doing. He gently shook her shoulder to wake her up and Blaine sat in a arm chair, clearly waiting for some kind of an explanation.

“Quinn, wake up, sweetie,” Kurt said in a sing-song voice. Quinn’s eyes jerked open suddenly and she sat up, brushing her hair out of her face. She had a small belly pushing against the cotton of her simple green dress. “So, Quinn, what brings you to Italy?”

Her mouth quivered as she tried to smile up at him but in an instant, she burst into tears. Kurt was by her side a moment later, pulling her into a hug. He glanced over to Blaine, who was sitting there wide-eyed and confused.

“Rachel... Kurt, Rachel left me,” she sobbed. Kurt let her crawl into her lap and she buried her face in his neck, her tears soaking his shirt. “She... She said that everything with the baby happened so fast and she wasn’t ready. She--she thought it would take months for me to get pregnant and that by the time it happened, she’d be ready.”

“Oh, Quinnie,” Kurt said, petting her hair. He could kill Rachel. He had always been closer to her than Quinn but he could’ve killed her had she been there. Especially when you considered all the crap Quinn went through in high school. It had taken years for her to get over giving up Beth and her father walking out of her life. Her mother loved her, that had been clear when she welcomed Rachel into her life with open arms, but Quinn had been a Daddy’s Girl . Nothing could replace her dad. When they had announced that they were trying to get pregnant and that Quinn would carry the baby, he had been a bit skeptical of whether that was the best decision. “When did this happen?”

She sniffled, her breath hitching. “Last week. She came home from rehearsal and asked me to leave.”

He jerked back to look at her. “She asked you to leave?” Quinn’s nodded, not even looking at Kurt. “She asked her pregnant girlfriend to leave?”

He really was going to kill her.

“I’m sorry for not calling before showing up here but I didn’t know where else to go. I couldn’t go home to Ohio and I don’t have any other friends in New York.”

“What about--”

“Kurt, I never considered him my friend.” She said it flatly, as if he should have known. He kissed the top of her head, trying not to smile. This was not the time to smile. “Especially after what he did to you.”

They both heard Blaine clear his throat. Kurt looked over and saw Blaine watching them.

“Um... Quinn, this is Blaine. Blaine, this is one of-- well, no-- this is my best friend, Quinn Fabray.” Quinn stood up, smoothing her dress of its wrinkles before offering her hand to Blaine.

“Hi, um, nice to meet you, Blaine.” Blaine stood up, ignoring her hand, and kissed both of her cheeks.

“Lovely to meet you, too, Quinn.” Blaine smiled warmly at her. “Welcome to Montelunato. I’m sure you must be tired so I’ll get out of your hair.”

Kurt rose from his seat. “Blaine, I--”

“Kurt, it’s okay. You need to take care of your friend tonight. I’m sure there’ll be other... opportunities, shall we say? If you are willing?” He looked nervously at Kurt, clearly afraid of what his response would be.

Kurt crossed to him, grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into another kiss. Unlike their first, which had been impulsive and passionate, this one was tender and sweet. “Definitely,” he whispered. “Will you be coming over tomorrow?”

“Yes, I will.” He tugged Kurt by the neck into another kiss. “I’ll be over first thing, okay?”

“Okay.” They kissed one more time before Blaine reluctantly pulled away and headed for the door to go home.