A/N: I know a said an update soon but... sigh, real life sucks. But I'm free from school now so I WILL be updating soon... in fact, I might squeeze out another before I sleep tonight :)

"Valentine's Day is coming up!"

Quinn groaned, fidgeting in her chair as the rest of the choir cheered. Of course they liked the day; the majority of them were in relationships that would ooze affection and cheese when the day actually arrived. While she was still with Sam, what she'd done after the football game was still haunting her. She still wasn't sure what she wanted, and it was made worse by Finn, who she'd catch staring at her every so often.

Like now.

"Well?"

Quinn blinked, brought back to reality by Sam, who was watching her carefully. She had the feeling he'd just asked her something so, pasting a smile on her face, she nodded. "Sure."

"Mr Schue?" came Finn's voice over the chatter as the group paired up to do their Valentine Day task of singing a love song to someone. "Can I say something?"

From the front, Mr Schue shrugged and turned back to the papers he was sorting on the piano as Finn weaved his way down to stand in front of the class. All eyes were on him now, wondering what on earth he wanted to say.

"I just wanted to point out that, for the first time, an entire week has gone by without any one of us getting slusheed," he declared, and a few people clapped. "I think the fact I led the football team to a conference championship might have something to do with it. Fact is, I'm the closest thing that this glee club has to a celebrity right now and, just like a famous athlete, I want to give to a charity. You guys."

Throughout the group, the same confused and slightly insulted face Quinn was sure she was wearing was what she saw as she glanced around to see the rest of the groups' reactions as Finn went on.

"So I'm setting up a kissing booth for a dollar a smooch and donating the proceeds to the Glee Club to help us – "

"Don't even act like you're trying to help Glee Club," Mercedes told him firmly, while Santana nodded fiercely. "You just want to kiss a bunch of girls."

Suddenly, it all made sense.

Since the football game, Finn had been getting a lot of attention from people, particularly girls. He was - Quinn hated to admit it - the stud of McKinley. So it was a good idea to get girls who wanted to kiss him, to kiss him for a buck that would go towards the cost of getting to Regionals. But Finn had another motive, and it was the reason he'd been staring at her so often.

He expected her to kiss him for a dollar, to help the Glee Club.

Well, she wouldn't do it.

But…

Sigh, Quinn put down her pen, glancing at her half-finished homework before picking up her cell phone. The problem had been running around and around and around her mind all day since Finn had announced his kissing booth in Glee club that morning. It hadn't left at all, and the posters he'd put up for it hadn't helped anything. Knowing the only way to stop the problem chasing her in her dreams and into tomorrow, Quinn called the one person who could help.

He answered after the second ring, sounding flustered as he blurted, "Quinn, thank God you called! I need your help!"

Instantly, she forgot about her problem. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I – Can you come around?"

"Sure, sure," she replied, not even thinking twice as she jumped up from her chair and grabbed her keys from her dresser. "I'll be there ASAP, okay?"

"Okay – and bring some cupcakes!"

Quinn assured him she would before hanging up, smiling as she remembered how Blaine comfort ate.

It had been a long a long time since Quinn had been to the Anderson's.

The house held memories that kept her sat on the doorway, staring up at the old house as she remembered how here, a thirteen year old girl had found a place she could call home. Blaine's family had always been welcoming to her, treating her like the daughter they never had. They probably thought she was a good influence on Blaine. And perhaps she was. Or had been. Now… Now Quinn wasn't sure she was a good influence for anyone. Even herself.

With a tin of cupcakes clenched in her hands, Quinn kicked shut her door, hoping to make enough noise that Blaine would hear her so he could come and save her from an awkward confrontation with his parents. Either he heard, or his parents weren't in; Blaine answered the door after the first ring, taking the box of cupcakes from her as she entered the spotless hallway.

"What type?" he asked, peeping in the tin as she toed off her trainers.

"Blueberry," she replied simply, preoccupied with aligning her shoes, knowing Mrs Anderson would freak out if she didn't; the woman's OCD could be seen from as far as Mars. "Now, what's up?"

Blaine opened his mouth before shutting it, nodding towards the kitchen before walking off. Quinn took that as a sign she should follow him, echoing his footsteps along the hallway, through the kitchen and into the conservatory. Notes and textbooks were scattered across the coffee table, although Quinn spotted a few lyric sheets hidden among them as she sat opposite him on the sofa.

"So," Quinn began, tucking her feet up on the chair behind her. "What's wrong? You sounded frantic on the phone."

Blaine pulled a face, shifting through papers before sighing and looking up at her. "Valentine's Day. That's what's wrong."

"Tell me about it," she muttered, watching as he picked up a cupcake and began taking the icing off with his finger. "It's like the worst day ever."

"At least you have someone to celebrate with," he muttered, offer Quinn a cupcake. "I bet Sam's full of – "

"I kissed Finn," she blurted, unable to stop herself before biting her lip.

Blaine frowned. "What?"

"I kissed Finn."

"But you're dating Sam."

"Yes, I know. Thanks for that reminder," she replied bitterly.

Blaine smiled apologetically, before asking softly, "What made you do it?"

Quinn sighed as she leant forwards to pick up a sheet of music, needing something to distract herself. "I don't know… It seemed like a good idea at the time. I mean, Finn had just stopped me making the worst decision of my life and he'd made the football team win conference but… God, I don't know. It was a mistake. But now he's – he's step up this stupid kissing booth at school and for a dollar, you can kiss him and the money goes towards glee club. I don't kiss him, people are going to say I don't want to help the club. But if I do…"

"Are you scared you'll begin to like him, if you kiss him again?"

She bit her lip, thinking about this before stating, "I'm scared I'll lose Sam by leading Finn on. And I've told him that! But he still… He won't leave me alone."

Blaine was silent for a while, his eyes down on the papers he'd just tidied before saying in a small voice, "What song are you singing to him for your valentine task?"

Quinn blinked. "How did you know about that?"

"Kurt's been talking to Mercedes," he shrugged, leaning forwards. "What love song would you sing to someone you've just met but really like?"

"Errm, well, I haven't really decided what I'm singing to Sam," she admitted slowly, frowning. "But that's not why you asked… is it?"

"No," Blaine confessed, picking up his pile of sheet music. "I was going to sing to someone for Valentine's Day."

"Someone you've just met and really like?"

"Yes."

Quinn frowned, before it hit her that she meant Kurt. "Oh! Oh, right. Ermm… Well… What about one of his favourite songs? Or something from one of his favourite – "

"You think it's a good idea?" he checked, glancing up at her. "To sing to someone for Valentine's?"

"Of course. If you love them."

"Which is why you're singing to Sam, not Finn," Blaine reminded, picking up a pencil and drawing a cross on one sheet before looking up again. "Doesn't that solve your problem?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "Yeah, I guess it does."

But it didn't.

Quinn wasn't entirely sure how it happened. One minute she was convinced she wanted to be with Sam and the next, she was in the auditorium kissing Finn. Again. At some point her conversation with Blaine had flown out of her mind, leaving nothing but an insane urge to date a football player who dumped her sorry ass when she was pregnant. Of course, he had been right to – she had cheated on him, with his best friend. But now Finn was the one cheating on his friend, despite his anger at it happening to him. So when the school nurse diagnosed them with mono, Quinn felt like the world was trying to tell her something.

Don't cheat.

In fact, don't bother with boys at all.

There was, of course, one boy who she would both with. Blaine. So when he called that afternoon, after her mom had picked her up from school and tucked her into bed, she took all the effort her ill-sickened body could muster and answered her cell phone to speak to him. It was hard, given her sore throat, but he'd known her long enough to be able to know what she was going to say without her even saying it first.

"You're sick, aren't you?" he said immediately. "You have French now so I expected to leave a voicemail because you don't answer your phone in class, so obviously you're not in class and – "

"Slow down," Quinn croacked. "What's wrong? You only talk this fast when you're excited or upset and you don't sound excited."

She must have hit the nail on the head as Blaine sighed and said normally, "I'm an idiot, that's what's wrong."

"I could have told you that," she teased, tugging her duvet closer. "What did you do?"

"I can't… I'm at school," he explained, sighing again. "Can I come around? I've got study hall now, and then Warblers."

"Wait. You're going to blow off Warblers?" she checked, surprised; that was something she never thought he'd do – the choir was too important to him. "Seriously, are you okay?"

Knowing him, Quinn suspected Blaine shrugged before admitting, "I can't go to it today… After yesterday… I just can't. I'll be there in forty minutes, okay?"

Before she could even say bye, Blaine had hung up and was gone. Presumably in a rush to get to her house. She bit her lip, putting her cell phone down and spent the forty minutes until he stepped into her room, looking sheepish and downcast. Her mind flew from thought to thought, each more worrying and ludicrous. And nothing would have prepared her for the truth, which he hesitated and avoided until it burst from him.

"Kurt thought I was going to sing to him."

"Well, yeah, of course he… Wait," she said suddenly, realising what this meant. "You didn't sing to him? Then who did you sing to?"

Blaine sighed, closing his eyes and he flung himself backwards on her bed, covering his face with a pillow. From behind it, he replied, the words muffled by the pillow so Quinn couldn't hear. Rolling her eyes, she leant forwards and tugged it out of his hands, kicking him with her foot as she did.

He took the hint and sat up, repeating as he did, "This guy… He doesn't like me; he made the very clear afterwards. It was stupid. I was stupid. I am stupid. I made the Warblers sing to him and all the time… Quinn, how couldn't I have known Kurt liked me like that?"

"I don't know," she admitted, smirking. "It's kind of plastered all over his face every time you're around or you're mentioned."

Blaine groaned and collapsed back on the bed. "I told you I was an idiot!"

"It's okay," Quinn assured, grabbing his hand and pulling him back up. "You're new at this whole love thing. The first time dealing with crushes and love is always the worst. Trust me. I had to endure yours."

At this, Blaine smirked. "Yeah, I remember."

She wasn't surprised he did, even though it had been years ago. After all, it had been awkward for both of them in the end. Because it had ended with both of them. And it had started with both of them. When a girl in Blaine's Maths class had asked him out, it was Quinn who had persuaded him to go – and it was Quinn who he'd rushed back to. It wasn't until afterwards that she found out the girl had gone in for a kiss, and Blaine had completely panicked. His reluctance to kiss her had sparked accusations that Blaine fancied Quinn so he'd decided to find out. As soon as Quinn had answered the door to have Blaine fling herself on her, crushing his lips to hers. The kiss only lasted a minute, before Blaine pulled away and left, giving her no explanation. They didn't talk until the next day, when Blaine took her aside and explained everything. It was a few weeks later that he'd come out as gay to her. And a few weeks after that, he'd been beaten up for it.

"Y'know… this is Kurt's first crush too," Quinn enlightened him, speaking carefully. "You're not going to hurt him, are you, Blaine?"

"What? No!" he yelped, insulted. "I would never hurt him. I mean… I think I like him to."

Quinn smirked as she raised an eyebrow. "You think?"

Seeing her face, Blaine rolled his eyes, unable to stop himself grinning as he confessed, "Okay, I do. But we've agreed to take it slow. Step by step. This is new to both of us."

"Awww!" gushed Quinn, flinging herself at him so she could squish her best friend.

"Whoa, hey, no! Keep away!" he protested, trying to push her away as he tried not to grin. "You're infected! I don't want to catch mono! Plus, I have to go. I'm supposed to be at Breadstix."

"Oooh, do you have a Valentine's date with Kurt?" she teased, letting him go and sitting back.

Blaine rolled his eyes as he got off her bed and stood, smoothing out the wrinkles in his uniform. "No. The Warbler's are singing at something Kurt's organised there. It sucks you can't go. Get better, though. I want you well when we beat you at Regionals."

Quinn laughed as he left (which quickly turned into a coughing fit that lasted ten minutes). Suddenly, she didn't care her Valentine's Day sucked (as usual) or she was ill. For the first time in a long while, Blaine was beyond content with his life – he was happy, and finally able to be who he wanted without getting crap for it. He'd always had it worse so she was glad that, finally, he had it better than her.