When Kurt woke, Quinn knew it was just a matter of time before he started to have a bit of a freak out of his own. And it took no time for him to suddenly reach out, gripping Mike's arm and yelling at both of them. Her own eyes fluttered with tears that she blinked back desperately. "Kurt, we'd never lie to you about that," she explained quietly, her hands held out in front of her in a short of calm down/slow down motion.

"Honey, he's here. I swear he's here. Mike and Puck are trying to take care of him, but we need you, too. Blaine needs you. He needs you there with him right now." Wiping at her eyes to keep the tears from coming on, she focused on Kurt's face. "We have to go to him, babe."

Quinn quickly walked to her room, returning just as quickly with her key to the bungalow in hand. "Kurt, sweetie, we have to go. And now." She had no idea how badly Blaine was freaking, but if Mike's urgency was any indication, which she was certain it was, this was about to be a very very bad thing if Kurt didn't get up quickly and go with them. Without even realizing it, she took several long deep breaths to brace herself for whatever might be coming next.