"Who else would it be?!" Mercedes practically screamed at him, giving him a rough shove in near hysterical frustration. Why didn't he get this?! "You just watched him die! You watched him die! Why are you being like this?! Why are you talking like this? You can't pretend it didn't happen! Th-there's no island of suspended reality, Puck! Blaine is really dead! He's gone! They turned off all the machines! You saw it!" She had grabbed the sleeves of his shirt now, giving him a frantic shake to try and get him to see sense, because she couldn't do any of this without him.

But then she stopped, freezing as her head whipped around. There was no hospital. There was no glass wall separating them from Blaine's unmoving form on the hospital gurney. No wires and tubes hanging from him lifelessly. There was sand and water and some extremely large building looming up behind them. There was music and voices in the distance and little lamps lining sidewalks like they would at a holiday resort. "I-I'm going crazy... I've lost it. This is some bad dream. This is a bad dream, right?! I'm going to wake up and Blaine will be alive, and we can stop him doing something stupid! That's it. That's what this is! That's why it's all changed, because it's a horrible nightmare.

But she pinched her fingers to the skin on her arm - sharply - and it hurt. She froze, staring down at her arm and them looked back up at Puck, more tears spilling down her cheeks. "No... no, no, no... no! Tell me how to go back! I have to go back! I have to be there for him! I have to make sure they look after him so he can get to Kurt! He would want to be buried with him! I have to tell them that!"