Puck shook his head firmly. "No. Quinn doesn't know. Not unless Kurt told her, and I asked him not to. He said he wouldn't. It's best if she doesn't. She came from right after her accident, and she's about the same age now as she was when we got married. I'm a lot older... Closer to thirty than I'd like to admit. And she's... She's with Nick now... Who, by the way, has no idea he hooked up with Jeff later on. He just thinks Jeff was his BFF. It's just a bunch of really fucked up, painful shit that I don't think... I don't know how you just tell somebody things like that. How do I tell Quinn that we got married, but she pulled away from me when Kurt died, and now, with what you know, that she left me? I can't do that to her. She doesn't deserve the guilt of dealing with that. She's having a hard enough time trying to help Kurt without feeling bad about stuff that she hasn't even done yet in her life." He shook his head. It would've sounded crazy to anybody else, but once you'd been on this island for a while, weird shit made perfect sense.

Puck reached out to put a comforting arm around Mercedes' shoulders, trying whatever he could to help her work through the pain she had inside. He wished he had a good answer to her question, but there really wasn't one, and he fucking ached all over just thinking about that. "You don't have a choice," Puck admitted weakly. "You either do that, or it eats you alive. Sometimes you have to do what you have to do for your friends."