Puck was pretty fucking good at reading people. It was kind of a requirement in his line of work, and he could almost feel Quinn sizing him up. He took a gulp of his juice before giving her a nod. "Okay," he said with a nod of acceptance. "He's your best friend... I get that. And if Blaine had any secrets, I don't think I'd tell you either. Look, I know you don't trust me... That's cool, you don't have to. But Blaine's a good guy. Like, better than any other dude I've ever known... He's... There's something that's still good and pure and innocent in him that you don't see in my line of work, and I just want my boy to be happy."

This was stupidly awkward, and Puck was going to kill Blaine later for pulling this. He'd told Blaine he thought Quinn was hot, and that certainly hadn't changed. But that didn't mean he wanted her in his living room trying to see inside his brain with her eyes... At least, that's what it felt like she was doing.