"Yeah, we did," Puck said with a nod of agreement. "I apologize, too..." He returned her hug, and had enough decency to keep it short and sweet when a part of him was tempted to hold on. "I'm all for clean slates... They've served me pretty well in the past. It's good to see you, too, Quinn. I don't know what all's going on with Kurt, but I'm glad he's got a support system like he seems to have. You guys all seem really tight. And yeah. Fags are definitely good for the soul. Even the hobbit ones who make you watch Ghost in a snuggie every now and then."

"Blaine's... Well, I don't think he's going to be expecting it any time soon. He's one of those few people in the world who still hold sex as something sacred and special. He'd probably bitchslap me for saying it, but it's true. He doesn't want sex unless it's with the right person and it means something to both parties." There was an unreadable look on Puck's face for a brief moment before he shook his head. "I'm not gonna lie, the way he talks about love and romance and all that shit sometimes? Kinda makes a dude wish he'd thought about it a little longer before becoming a manslut in high school." He shrugged, turning to look at Quinn. "Yeah... And when he gets excited, he dances on furniture, but he'll be good to Kurt. He's serious about that stuff."