When Kurt and Blaine laid eyes on each other, albeit at a distance, Quinn's heart broke. She gave Kurt a few moments to decide if he was going to go over to Blaine, but when he just baulked and froze, she knew that it wasn't going to happen and the longer she let him stand there, the worse he would get. She needed to get him home so he could take a shower and go to bed. It was the safest place for him to be right now. And while he was showing, she was going to get rid of everything in the kitchen he could purge on and check his bedroom for any stashes. It had gotten to that point, and she hated it.

She cuddled him close once again when they were in the cab and it took off from the curb. "I've got some throat lozenges at home from that horrid flu over Christmas, and I'll make you some honey and lemon tea for after a shower, sweetheart. You know you need to try and get a little of something into your stomach or you'll run into all sorts of issues again. Do you want me to cuddle in bed with you tonight? I know you, you won't sleep easy."

"Kurt, you're hurting yourself, too. I'll call the therapist and try to get you an emergency appointment ASAP. I know you didn't intend to hurt him, but you knew what keeping this from him could lead to. Now that it has, you just need to try and deal with the aftermath. Do you really believe he couldn't cope with this, honey? You don't want to give him a chance to try...?" she asked carefully.