Quinn reached over and picked her phone up, checking the screen to make sure she hadn't missed any calls or messages form Kurt, Blaine or the clinic. She had the stupid thing with her the whole time, so it was just a silly move, really, but she was nervous and worried. When they had left, Blaine was taking his shoes off and cuddling up next to Kurt on the bed beside him and Kurt hadn't even flinched at the physical contact. He had just moved over carefully to make a little more room for Blaine and let Blaine fluff his pillows and fuss over him a bit. The rational part of her knew they would be okay but it really was hard for her to let go of the fag hag strings a little and let Blaine do the boyfriend thing. She was still getting used to the fact did, indeed, have a boyfriend just when it felt like that might never happen... that Kurt might never let it happen.

"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't," she returned, and it was true. She had grown up a lot in the recent years, really grown a pair, and with Kurt's help, learned not to take shit she didn't want to or have to. It might be awkward, but sometimes you had to put your big girl panties on and just deal for the sake of helping someone else. "I share a bed with Kurt all the time. Nothing to it. If you kick your sleep, I'll kick you back, though. And I knew there was no way to really prepare you for what you would see with Kurt. Eating seems like such a simple thing you take for granted, but when you don't, it can cause a whole lot of bad things to happen. Kurt does a complete number on himself when he's at his worst. It's self-harm. He might not be cutting himself, or making himself bleed, but he is knowingly hurting himself. But the illness tells him he needs to, and you saw him. There's nothing of him. But... seeing him respond to Blaine like that, you have no idea how much of a relief it was for me. I've never seen that. When he's at this point, the only person he usually responds to is his dad."