Quinn was then just overwhelmed with a sense that she just didn't want to talk anymore. It wasn't anything to do with Puck and his presence, and everything to do with that sinking feeling that no amount of talking was actually going to save Kurt. He had to make those conscious choices himself to work to get well, and he had to let Blaine close to hold him through it. Now that he had Blaine, the rest of them wouldn't be enough for Kurt. That was both a heart-warming concept for Quinn, but also absolutely terrifying. Kurt had so easily pulled the plug on Blaine once, he could do it again. She didn't think so, though. She had seen the way Kurt's eyes lit up just a little when Blaine came into the room, something changed just by Blaine's presence. For the first time in a very long time, there was hope here that Kurt might beat this once and for all. He had completely spun out of control in realising he was falling hard for someone, but maybe once he got over these hurdles, it might be a more long-term recovery now. She just hoped like hell that Blaine had the strength for it. It wasn't going to be easy.

She didn't say anything. Words were superfluous now. If she tried to start talking away, everything would just get into an even more confused jumble and more awkward, and no one needed anything awkward right now. She just kissed him more deeply, arching her back to secure their closeness even more. Oh hell, she might regret this in the cold light of day, but right now she just needed to be close to someone, and she and Puck were in the same boat. They were both adults, right? They could make these conscious choices. She had to move on from Mike. It wasn't even a rebound, it was just about closing that chapter on her life... and she was ready. At least, she hoped she was.