Quinn had nearly dozed off herself, after a long night of keeping an eye on Kurt. He'd had a few drinks the night before, but not nearly as bad as Quinn had expected given his recent benders. Mainly, most likely, because of the exhaustion his grief was causing him, he'd fallen asleep early, on the couch, the half-gone bottle of Scotch near empty on the coffee table in front of him. Still, he was sleeping a little heavier than usual, due to the effects of the alcohol.

But the last thing Quinn expected was to hear banging on their door, and Mike's voice crying out her name and Kurt's. Quickly, she rose from the couch, running to the door to open it in shock. "Mike!" she exclaimed, flinging the door open so quickly that it very nearly came off the hinges. "What's wrong? Is it...?" She didn't dare say Blaine just yet... Not with Kurt right there sleeping on the couch. There was a very real chance of death if he found out she'd known about Blaine's being here and hadn't told Kurt about it. But even as she trailed off, she knew that was why Mike was here.

Without waiting for Mike's answer, she walked over to the sofa, giving Kurt a gentle shake. Ordinarily, waking the resident bitch queen would be a near deadly choice, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she needed Kurt to be awake, and she needed him now. "Sweetie," she said softly, shaking him again. "Sweetie, you have to wake up... Blaine's... He's here."