Puck had followed behind Blaine, scared to death that his BFF was going to collapse or something, right there in the living room of the bungalow. But instead, he'd fallen into Kurt's embrace, the two of them standing there and holding each other as Puck shifted quietly to the other side of the room. There was a small start of surprise when Quinn's small hand was wrapping around his, and he glanced over at her, but she was crying and her eyes never left Kurt and Blaine.

There was a painful twinge in Puck's heart at the memory of the days when Quinn sliding her hand into his was a daily occurrence, and when seeing Kurt and Blaine holding each other like that would've caused more joking calls of, "Get a room, you two," than tears shed by old friends. But this was their life now, and there was nothing to do with it, but thank the powers that be that Blaine had been brought to them so that maybe... just maybe, all the heartbreak and pain and sorrow that had come about through Kurt's death, would finally begin to be erased, or at the very least, healed.

He shot Mike a grateful look over Quinn's head, thankful as all hell that Mike had thought quickly on his feet and gotten Kurt over here. He let go of a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding as he braced himself for whatever was coming next.