they'd be singing except they're not...

[cheerioless]

CHARACTERS: Quinn Fabray, Kurt Hummel & Blaine Anderson (for now?)
LOCATION: Somewhere between Kurt and Blaine's room and the Medbay
WARNINGS: Sickness!
SUMMARY: Quinn plays mom, Kurt plays hero, and Blaine is really sick
NOTES: Backdated to the first day of sickness


As soon as Quinn got Kurt's last video message she was running as fast as she could in the direction of the room he shared with Blaine. Nevermind the fact her head hurt and she had some of the other symptoms people were talking about - it was probably that time of the month or something. What was important right now was helping Kurt and Blaine, making sure that they were okay.

She was panicking, she couldn't help it. Horrible scenarios were running through her head, and she muttered a prayer as she kept running. She didn't know what she would do if something bad happened to either of them. They were her friends, and she cared for them more than she'd ever admit. Finn had been right, she wasn't good at the emotional thing, maybe if they made it through this it could be something they could work on together.

Quinn rounded a corner and then spotted them.

"Are you guys okay?" she asked, rushing to them. It's a stupid question, really it is, but what else can you say right now?

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[mediumdrip]

Blaine was lying down. His eyes were closed but the blue was sneaking in on him. The biggest sign of his illness, more than the sweat and the bucket by the bed, was the way his hair curled and tangled around his head.

He couldn't stand or sit up, he wasn't about to do his hair. When Quinn came in though he managed to open his eyes enough to look at her and smile a bit. He didn't open his mouth to speak though, instead he let Kurt handle the conversation now.

[showbizpanache]

Since the sickness had began to spread, Kurt had scarcely left Blaine's side. While Kurt hadn't started showing visible symptoms, Blaine was looking blue and pallid and it was terrifying. Currently, Kurt was lying with his back against the wall on their cot in the medbay, Blaine lying against his chest. His arms were looped around his boyfriend, and occasionally he'd lift a hand to brush through Blaine's hair or check his temperature.

"Quinn," he said with a relieved smile. "Thank god you're okay. Sit down."

It was obvious how stressed out he was, but he tried to hide it. There was no need to scare Quinn any more than she obviously already was.

[cheerioless]

Quinn couldn't sit down even if she wanted to. She is far two worried about the two in front of her. She took a deep breath to study herself, and ran a hand through her hair.

"Can I get you guys anything?" she asks. "Extra tissues, some water?"

She has to do something. She can't just sit there and watch her friends like this. She could pray for them, but that might be better to do elsewhere. Maybe she can find Nathan later, and they can pray for everyone on the ship who is sick. Although there is a part of Quinn that doesn't see the point, what sort of God would let everything that has happened on the ship, happen?

"Anything?"

[mediumdrip]

"Yeah," Blaine said softly, groggily. "You can stay and sing." He didn't mean to suggest that last one, but it just came out so naturally. Music was always comforting to him and he liked Quinn's voice.