"He'll be taking a lot on with Kurt. How do I know that whatever I tell you, you won't just run to Blaine and tell him everything?" Quinn challenged, though her voice was calm and collected. How much should she say about Kurt? She knew Puck was a cop, and she didn't want him trying to make deductions, and them ending up being false and leading Blaine up the garden path. Some information had to be given, she just had to figure out how much.

Her phone buzzed with Kurt's response, and it was expectedly concerned. She just flicked back a quick reassurance that he seemed fine. It wouldn't placate Kurt, though. She knew that. And she didn't want to give too much away, because really, the more that pair contacted each other directly the better. "Cranberry juice, and thanks. It's a nice place you have here. I can tell you live with a gay guy."