"Look," Puck said, holding his hands up again. "I shouldn't have said that. You and Kurt were tight for years, and I know that. You stuck up for him when most other people didn't. And yeah, I was a dick back then... But I guess what I'm trying to get at is that we've both changed, Quinn... We've all changed. High school's behind us now, and the people we were there? Aren't the people we are now. The dickhead who used to throw gay kids in dumpsters, is now BFFs and roomies with a gay kid. And the two HBICs of McKinley are a fag and his hag in Miami, apparently helping each other through some really serious shit... I wasn't trying to start a 'Who was the shittier person in high school?' fight by any means."

Puck watched her carefully. The concern for her friend was evident, and Puck couldn't deny that it served to make her more than just hot to him in that moment. Sure, she was cute, and blonde, and had a great body, but what he saw now was far beyond that. He saw a genuine person who had a very deep and heartfelt love for her best friend, and that wasn't hotness. That was beauty. "Wow," he finally said, taking a swallow of his juice before continuing on. "That's... That's some intense shit... Is it... I mean... He's not slipping because of Blaine, is he? It'd kill B if he knew Kurt was doing something like that because of him..." He took a breath. "If I'm way off track, let me know, cuz I really don't know that much about that, other than what it actually is. I don't know what makes it better some times and worse others or whatever..." He paused, taking one step closer to Quinn, not wanting to crowd her, but to let her know that he was there, and listening to her. "Look," he said, finally. "We were never friends in school... I get that, and I get why. But Quinn... We both love our non-romantic other halves, and we both want them to be happy, preferably together, so what say we work together to do our best to help make that happen?"