"I wish to God I knew," Puck replied weakly. "Maybe if we had a clue what makes people that way, there would be some way to stop it. But..." He trailed off, shaking his head. There was no explanation or understanding for the kind of hate that drove people to the acts of evil that had cost Kurt and now Blaine their lives. It made him almost physically nauseated to think that someone wanted to take Kurt's life from him, and destroy Blaine's like that. Rubbing his tired eyes sadly, he nodded his wholehearted agreement with Mercedes. "I don't know, babe. I remember thinking when me and Quinn hooked up again that if we had half the relationship Kurt and Blaine had, we might actually be okay. But that was... It was out of our hands. We had no choice in the matter. None of us could cope with that. It was too much. You can see him, babe. Just let me let him know you're here first?"

"I prayed for him all the time," Puck said softly, the turning the pendant over in his palm, and staring at it like he might somehow be able to see that this was all just some big mistake in the shining metal. "I thought that if I just prayed hard enough, God would... Would take care of him and heal his heart. But... But how're you supposed to heal something that's dead. Because Kurt was his heart. That's all there was to it." Pausing, he scratched at his head. "He... He gave me this huge fucking hug when I gave this to him, and put it on right then and there, talking about how he was the best gay honorary Jew ever. I fucking miss him, 'Cedes. Christ, I miss him."