There was a huge part of Puck that was struggling with guilt and blaming himself. Quinn had more or less told him there would be, and she couldn't have been more right. It made Puck almost physically ill to think of how fucked up his role in this whole thing was, treating Kurt like something worthless and mistreating him. To have the person that he'd spent a huge amount of his high school career torturing, suddenly be the person that his best friend was falling hard and fast in love with, and to see him hurting like this? Puck was pretty damn sure it was the most heartbreaking and sickening feeling in the world. "We were so goddamn full of ourselves back then. Most everybody was in some way or another. And we all went around fucking with each other's feelings. Whether we were cheating on people or throwing kids in dumpsters, we were all a bunch of fucking dicks. But no, babe... He doesn't have it all together. He doesn't have it together at all. It's a fucking mess how hard he's having to fight just to fucking eat right now."

"Okay, I guess that's fair to question," Puck replied, mulling that over for a moment. "But I think they decided in the beginning that they weren't going to be that couple. They have taken each other for better or worse without even getting married, Rachel. Things are tough, but they're holding onto each other. The dinner thing that night was a disaster... But even if we'd all been in good shape friendship wise, I think the point of that dinner was to try to set me up with Quinn. That... Is a whole different story. But Kurt and Blaine broke up that night when Blaine caught Kurt trying to purge. It was a fucking mess. The fact is... They don't want drama or bad shit happening between any of us. They just want their friends and each other to help them through."