Puck shrugged broad shoulders by way of response, because the truth was? He had no fucking clue why the island didn't bring them Blaine, too. He needed Blaine there, and Kurt definitely did, too. "I don't get it either. Trust me, I've been asking myself that for years. I've been here... A really fuckin' long time. And all that time, I've been wondering why Blaine wasn't here. He was going through so much hell... Everybody says the island has its reasons, but I don't understand them, and honestly? It pisses me the fuck off."

"I wanted to help him," Puck said. "I wanted to, and I fucking tried, and... He wouldn't let me. He told me to go, that he didn't need my help and he sure as hell didn't want it, and I just... Left. I prayed for him every day you know... I kept hoping that he'd find his way." Turning his head to the side for a moment and focusing in on the light of the moon. It had all come down to that. And all he could think of was that Blaine wasn't coming, now. He wouldn't be coming here. He was gone, and that was that.