As much as it hurt to see Blaine this way, Puck was honestly forcing himself to focus on the fact that Mike would be back, and soon, with Kurt. Blaine would be okay if he could just see that Kurt was okay, too. And it might make an emotional wreck of all of them if that didn't happen, and fucking soon. But he had to be grateful when his repeated words of comfort seemed to calm Blaine at least somewhat. There may have been many downfalls in his past, but Puck had never lied to Blaine, and he took comfort in knowing that Blaine believed him.

The pained scream of Blaine's name from the other room cut through the tense quiet that had built up, broken only by Puck's softly murmured words of comfort until then. Puck's head snapped to the side, his eyes focused in on the door of his bedroom before he heard Blaine's broken voice speaking his husband's name. He looked down at his friend, scrambling against the constraints of the blankets that were tangled around him.

Without saying a word, Puck pulled the blanket off of Blaine, who was still in Mike's too-big pajamas, and all but physically lifted him off the bed himself, making sure he was upright and steady before opening the door to the room to let Blaine through.