Two years, Mercedes had learned, could be a hell of a long time when you were broken and hurting. That meant Kurt was only married two years here, but for Mercedes, it had been five very long years. Two years, Blaine was just keeping his head above water but it all got too much. He started to take drugs and drink to drown out the pain, and he pushed people away more and more so that the only way they could help him was watching him from afar. But that hadn't been enough. Not even close, and now Blaine was gone to. Part of her was relieved he would be with Kurt, but the rest of all this was blowing her mind. Kurt's death had drawn him here to some other place to protect him? None of it made any sense at all, but it was comforting on some level, right?

Hearing that Kurt might not want to see her hurt, though, but she gave a tiny nod. "But I... I don't get it. If Kurt came here when he died, why didn't Blaine? Why did I come and not Blaine? Was it because we were too late? Why didn't it bring him sooner? Ain't no one I've ever known more miserable than Blaine became in these past few years, Puck. He wasn't someone none of us knew no more. He... was sick, see. Had depression real bad and he was in and out of mental hospitals, on loads of medications. But he was taking other drugs too, and drinking a real lot. I-I guess what he did was something we were all afraid of, but he wouldn't always let us help. Sometimes he did. He would let us take him food or spend some time with him. He's been so sad and lonely since Kurt died. If this place is such a wonderful thing, why ain't it gotten him here before he did this?"