Blaine waits at Quinn’s front door schooling his face to be completely calm as he waits for her to appear.
“Blaine? What’s wrong?” She asks watching as Blaine glances around. “...You know what, tell me in a minute. I’ll be back in an hour daddy! Blaine needs some help.”
Quinn grabs his arm and drags him back to his car.
“What happened?”
“The Doctor came back.”
Quinn frowns.
“Why are you upset? I thought you were excited for him to come back.”
“He brought Kurt with him.”
Quinn takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.
“What’s he like?”
“He’s, he’s wonderful.” Blaine whispers. “Quinn, Quinn what am I going to do?”
Quinn takes a deep breath.
“You’re going to drive me to your practice room and we’re going to talk about this and you’re going to calm down.”
Blaine gulps and keeps driving while Quinn softly sings along to the radio. He lets her voice wash over him, and tries to make himself stay calm.
Quinn swans into the practice room and drops down on the chair Kurt had been sitting in earlier she holds her hands out to him.
He sits down and slips his hands into hers.
“I’m sorry.” He says quickly.
“Don’t apologize sweetie.” She smiles and squeezes his hands. “Now, tell me what happened.”
“H-he just walked out of the TARDIS and Quinn, he’s beautiful. And my song made him cry and he said... he thought I was...” he stares down at the floor. “he thought I was straight.”
Quinn laughs.
“You’re upset because he thought you were what you want people to think you are?”
“No-no it’s not that, it’s just... Quinn he’s perfect.”
She gently strokes his cheek.
“Maybe that isn’t a bad thing.”
“Of course it’s a bad thing! Quinn, you know it’s a bad thing.”
“Maybe it doesn’t have to be.”
Blaine blinks at her.
“Maybe, maybe hanging out with him, being friends with him, will help you.” She smiles. “The Doctor wouldn’t have brought him here if he didn’t think it would help you.”
“I guess...”
“You know I’m right Blaine.” She grabs his wrist and checks the time on his watch. “We still have half an hour. Maybe you could play me something for a little while?”
Blaine nods and pulls Quinn onto the piano bench pulling her close against him.
“Thank you.” He whispers pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “I really wish I could be better for you.”
She squeezes his arm.
“There’s nothing wrong with you.”
***
“Doctor?”
The Doctor looks up as Kurt sits down biting his lip.
“Yes?”
“...can you... can you tell me about Blaine?”
The Doctor frowns.
“Kurt, you’ve spoken to him. And I’m pretty sure you’ve done more than enough google searches about him.”
“But you know him.” Kurt says quietly. “I just... I need to know-” he trails off waving his hands slightly.
“I don’t really understand what you’re asking.”
“Is he... is he well... like me?”
“Human?”
Kurt shakes his head.
“Like me like... gay.” He whispers the last word as if he’s afraid the Doctor will run screaming.
“Oh that. Yes he is.”
“He is?”
The Doctor nods.
“Poor boy, he’s terrified of it. I thought you might be able to help him.” The Doctor pats Kurt on the shoulder. “His friend Quinn does everything she can, but she doesn’t really know how to help.”
Kurt frowns and stands up.
“So this was what? Some weird attempt at match making?”
“No of course not! I don’t match make.” The Doctor says sounding insulted. “I just thought someone as sure as themselves as you could help him. And just so you know, I think you’ve already started helping him.”
“I have?”
“Well, he looked happier than I’ve seen him in a while when he brought you back here.” The Doctor pats Kurt on the shoulder. “And I’d get ready. You’re probably going to have a visit from a certain Miss Fabray soon.”
“As in the model?”
“As in the model.” The Doctor nods and pushes Kurt towards the corridor. “Wardrobe is right next to your bedroom. Try and dress like you belong here.”
Kurt nods and all but runs towards the wardrobe just as there’s a knock on the door to the TARDIS. The Doctor smiles and walks towards it, throwing it open.
“Hello Quinn.” He chirps.
“Hello Doctor.” She smiles wrapping her arms around his waist. “Where is he?”
The Doctor points towards the corridor Kurt had disappeared down, Quinn laughs.
“I’ll wait for him here then.” She says.
“Are you going to get shouty?”
“No, don’t worry, this is going to be a really nice meeting I promise.” She pats his arm.
Kurt sticks his head around the doorway a few minutes later and he lets out a squeak at the sight of Quinn.
“You’re Quinn Fabray, you’re actually you.”
Quinn smiles softly.
“And you are Kurt Hummel.”
Kurt nods.
“Well then, I like to talk to you about Blaine.” She says. “Is that okay?”
Kurt nods and she smiles at him again.
“Good.”