Quinn watched Blaine go in concern, not at all thinking anything was awry. "I don't think he's very well. Do you think I should go sit with him or something? Kurt will seriously kill me if he needed more help and I didn't give it to him. Hang on, let me just text Kurt to let him know Blaine's sick. He'd want to know," she rambled, taking her iPhone with the pink rhinestone case. She quickly let Kurt know what happened and hit send, and then she was piercing Puck with an intent hazel gaze.

"Well, this is a little awkward..." she commented and cleared her throat. She pointed behind her with her thumb. "Did he say anything about feeling bad? I ran into him in the park and he was fine one minute, and then wanted to come home the next, and I think he looks a little peaky. Do you think he needs anything?"