Sliding Moments

Who: usedtohaveabs and jewhawk
What: Awkward moment
Where: The Hoyt House Inn
When: After THIS

The only place to stay Puck and Quinn could find with vacancies was a romantic little guest house in Amelia Island. It was only about fifteen minutes drive from the clinic Kurt was in, and if they went further afield to search for a hotel, it would just put them further away if either Kurt or Blaine needed them, and they both promised they would be near by. But what they soon discovered was that it wasn't 'vacancies' and more just a single vacancy, and in a double room to boot. If they wanted to stay here, they were going to have a share a bed, and if ever there was an awkward moment, it was that.

But their loyalty to their favourite gay guys won out, and a quick discussion ended with them both saying 'But Kurt might need--' and 'But Blaine might need--' simultaneously, so it sealed the awkward deal. Now they were together in the quaint and charming little Hoyt Master Suite, with the receptionist assuming they were on their honeymoon or something and giving them the 'Honeymoon Package', which included champagne, strawberries and chocolates in their room with matching bathrobes. Both were like a deer caught in headlights that they just agreed to it to shut the woman up and then hurried to the room to get away from there.

Now Quinn was lying stiffly on the four poster bad, hands folded over her stomach as she gazed up at the ceiling of the room with a soft clear of her throat. "So, uh... now what?"

Who: usedtohaveabs, jewhawk and rockstarwarbler
What: The unconventional cavalry with a side order of UST
Where: Jacksonville, Florida
When: Follows THIS
Rating: Could be anything

Quinn had been on edge ever since Kurt got admitted to the eating disorder clinic for the third time. He had been doing so well with his condition, managing it, and had even put some weight on and was getting back to his normal weight range. But then things started to get stressful for him, and he began to slip. By the time Blaine rode into his life like a knight in shining armour, Kurt was already too far gone. Now it had all come to light, and Kurt just kept slipping, this whole thing was inevitable.

She pulled into the parking lot of the clinic, which was actually a lovely building surrounded by beautiful gardens that the patients had the use of. Quinn knew from speaking to Blaine briefly a couple of times in the lead up to Kurt going that he thought it was going to be some horrible, bleak lock-up like a mental hospital, but it was far from that. It was actually a lot like a hotel, just more clinical on the inside. The rooms were pleasant and like a guest house so the patients weren't given the sensation they were trapped in a hospital or holding cell. But at the end of the day, it was still a medical facility and it was still where Kurt needed to be to get the intense treatment. He just wasn't coping with it like they hoped. His last stay here had been brief. He bounced back well and got back on his feet. The time before that was the worst where they had to feed him nasally and he was dangerously skinny and ended up with pneumonia and put in hospital anyway.

Blaine suggested they meet him here, and Puck and Quinn had stopped to get some lunch for the three of them on the way so they could bring Blaine something to eat. Burt had said Kurt taken a turn that he was just psychologically rejecting food. He ate, he threw up, and without even forcing himself too. They were thinking about nasal-feeding again, and that's what had freaked Blaine out and caused Quinn to decide to come up... and bring Puck with her. She shut the car off and turned to Puck, who was nursing the bags of takeout food. "You okay?" she asked him. "I promise, this is not like a mental facility at all."

I'm driving up to Jacksonville to see Kurt tonight. He's having a really had time, his dad told me he's rejecting about every attempt to regiment his eating. I need to see him. Do you want to come with to see how Blaine's doing?

I need to contact Blaine urgently. Do you know where he is?

I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink or something sometime? I figured now that our fags have become a unit, you and I should be on civil terms. And it might give Kurt and Blaine the luxury of your empty apartment for an evening...

Who: usedtohaveabs, rockstarwarbler and eventually jewhawk
What: A fag hag's job is never done... until she gets pwned.
Where: Bayfront Park, Miami
When: Saturday lunchtime
Rating: Who knows?

Quinn needed a break from studying before she went crazy. She had her nose lodged in the books for days now working on a paper that she had zero interest in, and that always seemed to make it so much more harder to concentrate on. Fresh air was exactly what she needed, so she decided to take a run along the beach and then ended it by grabbing a coffee from a vendor and sitting down in the park to enjoy it. She was lost in her own little world, wondering if she should approach Kurt about his increasing issues again with his food, or if it was still in that realm he would get pissed off for the interference. Mercedes made them both a huge dinner the night before after they all had a busy and long week with work and college... and Kurt was in the bathroom purging the whole damn thing before either of them finished eating. He didn't even try to hide it. Then he locked himself in his room and told them to leave him alone. Quinn just worried this whole being pursued by a potential suitor was aggravating it. It was hard to tell.

It was just when she was scuffing his shoes back and forth beneath her that she was watching a couple of seagulls nearby and someone passed by that her line of sight just automatically followed because they cut her view of the birds. That was when she did a double-take and realised it was the guy from the Facebook pictures. This was Kurt's man! And Quinn, never backward in coming forward, jumped up off out of her seat and ran up to him as he walked up the path sending a text message. "Hi!" she greeted him with a smile and then stuck her hand out to him. "I'm Quinn. I'm Kurt's roomie. I hope you don't mind, I just recognised you from a picture he showed us. Blaine, right?"