"I've met the guy on more than one occasion... Seen him where I work more than a time or two. Just never really got to be good buddies with the dude or anything. He sounds like somebody I'd probably hit it off with, though. We sound similar enough to bond pretty well... Or want to kill each other, whichever came first," he added teasingly. "I had my mom, but when I was growing up, I was a lot like my old man... Troublemaker. Selfish. Stupid. And my mom had this way of constantly reminding me of that. But... See, that's another thing. When B came into my life, he helped me find a way to reconcile with my mom. And she was suddenly so fucking proud of me. I made something of myself. I became a better son, brother, and friend, and it was all because of him. Yeah, we were like... chalk and cheese, honestly. But it worked."

There was so much warmth and kindness in this girl that Puck couldn't help smiling back at her, no matter how heartbroken he was by the whole thing. She was right. Having company and not being alone was way better than drowning his worries in a bottle of booze back home. "No. No matter how hard it is, and how much it fucking kills me, I can't just stop hoping and believing. Right now, I'm the closest to giving up I've ever been, but even now, I know that I won't. I'll feel like it, think about it, plan on it... And end up holding on like hell, because he's my best friend. And Kurt deserves to have him here."