Five years. Blaine had made it five years without Kurt. Five years that very clearly were too long and too miserable and beyond Blaine's ability to cope with. And Puck felt sick to his stomach thinking about it. And then Mercedes was recounting the scene to him and Puck could almost see it... Blaine's tiny body in a hospital bed as doctors and machines fought to keep him alive and lost their battle. He had to close his eyes for a moment to try and keep back the tears that were fighting to come to the surface. Mercedes needed him. He'd failed in saving Blaine, but he wouldn't fail in being there for Mercedes.

"I... He's brokenhearted without B," Puck admitted, with a small shake of his head. "It's been two years since he got here... He's still wearing his wedding ring. But... I don't think it's a good idea until after I let him know you're here. Jeff showed up the other day, and Kurt flipped the fuck out because it wasn't Blaine... He needs to know you're here and process that Blaine's not first, okay?"