It was too much for Mercedes to wrap her head around. She put her hands up and her fingers laced into her curly hair as she just knelt there looking at Puck when words began to failure her for a moment. First they had just sat there and witnessed Blaine die, take his own life because he was so heartbroken without Kurt, and now Puck was here... a different Puck, from a different time, and they were apparently on some island far, far away from their home. How the hell was she supposed to believe this? To understand it? Two years after Kurt's death would put Puck... right around the time of his divorce. She remembered how his marriage had fallen apart after his friendship with Blaine disintegrated. Blaine was never the same person after Kurt died. How could he be? Anything that was happy and pure and bright about Blaine just died right along with Kurt.

She gave another shake of her head and her breath left her in a shaky rush. "I-I-I..." she stammered in shock, and wiped some more tears from her face when they fell for grief setting in over Blaine and renewed ache for losing Kurt. K-Kurt... Quinn... I... I don't... I-I don't... Kurt's dead. He can't be... he's not... Quinn's gone... she left, and you... she..." Sentences were impossible and she looked around at the surrounding beach, more tears welling up. "Are you telling me Kurt's alive?" she finally asked in a whisper.