At this point, Quinn's eyes were too flooded with her tears to see much more than a Blaine-shaped blob wrapped in the arms of a Kurt-shaped blob, but that was enough. It was real. This day was really happening, and Blaine was here with Kurt. Here where he belonged with the person who loved him more than life itself. It felt like life was righting itself again, after all the hell and heartbreak they'd all gone through. Some of them in the real world, and some here, later. She'd known nothing of Kurt's murder when she first arrived, but she'd been filled in rather quickly, and that knowledge had stuck with her, painfully, until Kurt arrived on the island, and somehow, was saved from the death that his real life had terminated in. And as Blaine went on about the fact that he'd watched Kurt die, the whole scene just became that much more vivid in her mind, and she felt sick knowing that Blaine had witnessed the whole horrible thing just over a day ago.

Her hands clung tight to both of the guys' hands, before freeing them both to go into her pockets for the ever present small pack of tissue that she kept around these days, pulling out a couple for herself before handing a few to Puck and the rest to Mike. This reunion was far too long in coming, and there was no doubt they'd all be having some pretty emotional reactions.