"Yeah," Puck replied. The only other person on the island who'd seen through what Blaine had been through after Kurt died was Mercedes, and she had seen it through to the very in. Puck could only speak for two years after the loss of Kurt, and that alone was more than enough. That person... The person who'd told Puck to go back to his own life and move on without him? That person wasn't the Blaine that Puck knew and loved more than life itself. That person was lifeless, with nothing left in his heart to live for, and Puck had known even then that, unless something drastic changed, Blaine wouldn't make it much longer. "It kills me knowing what he just saw, dude. It was sickening. It cost us all everything in the real world. Everything."

"Chris is gonna keep him out for a day, right?" Puck asked. "Isn't that what he said? So when he comes to, he'll at least have rested somewhat, and slept the physical shock thing off?" He pondered Mike's idea silently for a moment before he gave a nod of agreement. "That's probably the best we can do. It's gonna be hard for him to swallow either way, but at least if he's not in mid-panic, we might be able to get through to him."

Puck watched in confusion as Mike pulled out the jacket, and as he turned it so they could see the back, Puck just stared in shocked silence for a moment. Blaine had taken it upon himself to "decorate" Puck's jacket the night of his bachelor party. They'd had drinks, and spent hours shooting the shit and just hanging out and enjoying being together, the whole group of guys, while Puck proudly wore the jacket, complete with the patch on the back. At least until Blaine had gotten cold, and given Puck The Infamous Blainers Eyes, thereby commandeering said jacket for the rest of the night. Reaching out carefully, Puck let his fingers wrap around the fabric, the familiar heaviness of it comforting in his hand... Until he completely lost control and broke down in sobs that literally shook his whole body.