Quinn scrunched her nose up slightly at this and gave him a look. "Clearly you were too busy with your pressing social schedule in high school to realise that I spent a hell of a lot of time protective of Kurt." Yes, she was definitely offended at his comment whether he meant it or not. He wasn't in any position to judge on bullshit like that when he was just as guilty of it himself. After all, she wasn't the one who threw people in dumpsters for kicks. "Someone had to be protective of him when assholes were making his life hell and driving him to self-loathing."

She leant against the counter and put her drink down, looking at her shoes. It hurt so much thinking about Kurt did to himself. "I guess you could say he's dangling off the side of it by a thread. He's had a good few long months, but he's showing signs of slipping. Not that he makes the signs obvious by any means. He's very honed with it. I don't know how long exactly, all I know is I found out about it in junior year. It was probably sometime before that. He got worse when his dad had that heart attack. It's why he hid behind all the amazing clothing. Still does."