Kurt hadn't bitched anyone out like this in a very long time, so that alone was sign of his progress after his very terrifying relapse. She could see why this was escalating, though. Whatever bug it was up Quinn's ass, Kurt was taking her bitching personally as a blight on Kurt and his hackles were up to protect his boyfriend. It was adorable on some level, but that didn't take away the fact that Quinn was being an epic pain right now. Kurt was right, they did all need to live together. They had two other people to adjust to sharing with, and that was a lot of bodies and a lot of different personalities under one roof. Quinn couldn't just be bitching them out because she was in a bad mood when everyone was already doing a really good job to adjust to the new situation. Kurt was already hovering slightly in the danger zone with his condition. It might not take much to push him over the edge into another relapse. He had to be comfortable in the new place or it would never work. She just hadn't thought it would be Quinn to rub him the wrong way. Puck or Blaine, sure, that would have made sense because Kurt wasn't used to living with them, but not Quinn. "Is this because of Puck? 'Cause you said you were fine with that. You said you guys didn't have no problems with it, but if you do, you gotta speak up right now 'cause I certainly ain't gonna live with you moaning about every little thing to get in your way either, Miss Thing. Not even close."
She did have to somehow remain the peacekeeper, though. Blaine and Puck were both upstairs sleeping, and neither of them needed to be woken by a screaming match. Kurt's voice was already raising and Mercedes wanted this whole arrangement to work out, because it was the only thing that made sense. The last thing she wanted was Kurt to pull the plug on it all before they even got a week into it all. "You really shoulda told us sooner if this wasn't gonna work for you, girl. If you don't stay, we're all gonna be in a mess on the rent. We can't afford it without all us paying our share. It ain't like it's Lima. It's a beach house in Miami. So, if there's something going on here, you're gonna have to fess up or it's all gonna be one giant pile of crap."
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She did have to somehow remain the peacekeeper, though. Blaine and Puck were both upstairs sleeping, and neither of them needed to be woken by a screaming match. Kurt's voice was already raising and Mercedes wanted this whole arrangement to work out, because it was the only thing that made sense. The last thing she wanted was Kurt to pull the plug on it all before they even got a week into it all. "You really shoulda told us sooner if this wasn't gonna work for you, girl. If you don't stay, we're all gonna be in a mess on the rent. We can't afford it without all us paying our share. It ain't like it's Lima. It's a beach house in Miami. So, if there's something going on here, you're gonna have to fess up or it's all gonna be one giant pile of crap."