"I might have been there, but not me..." Puck replied, as if that made any sense at all. "The Puck who was there with you... who called you? That's me, but I haven't gotten there yet if that makes any sense. I've been on the island since about two years after Kurt died. But Kurt's here, too. People can come here when they die, but..." Somewhere in Puck's mind, the logic that Kurt showed up here from a time long before the time Puck left, at a time far later than Puck's arrival was lost on him at the moment, and a sickening thought hit him in the gut. What if it was too late? What if Blaine's death, and the fact that Mercedes had come, but Blaine hadn't meant... Meant that Blaine wasn't coming here? Wouldn't he have come when he died, at the same time as Mercedes? And that was something Puck wasn't ready to deal with just yet.

"Burt's gone, too?" Puck asked in shock. "B... But... No. Fuck, no. Blaine pushed us all away, and Burt's gone... I came here after he and I had a huge fight. He basically told me to fuck off... He didn't need my help. What he needed was Kurt, and if I couldn't get him that, there was nothing I could do to help." And then Puck was shaking his head, choking on his own sobs as they fought their way to the surface. He had to tell Mercedes the rest of this before she found out on her own and freaked out. "Listen, 'Cedes... Before we go back up to the resort, there's a few things you should know. Quinn's here, but she doesn't know that we're married. And Kurt's here, too. Kurt arrived about two years ago, when he died in the real world. Lots of people we know are here, but they all came from different times." He sighed, shaking his head as he hugged her again. No matter what they'd fucking done, it was too late to save Blaine. And it was probably too late for him to come here, too. "Cedes, babe, we gotta get you to the resort, okay? You need a place to stay."