Puck could almost physically feel Quinn tensing beside him, and though he wasn't attuned to the signs of Kurt having food issues, he was pretty sure from Quinn's reactions, subtle though they were, that Kurt was having a tough time. He seriously had no clue how to react to it, so he tried to just not let on that he had any idea that something might be amiss.

With a hum of contentment, he polished off a second slice of pizza, chasing it down with a swig of beer before he started in on a bread stick. Despite this whole thing being a lot more complicated than it appeared on the surface, Puck couldn't deny himself the moment of joy just seeing the way that Blaine looked at Kurt. It was fucking priceless to see his BFF so happy. The smile on Blaine's face was unlike any Puck had ever seen, bar none, and that was in years and years of friendship. God, he hoped nothing fucked this up for Blaine.

"So, Kurt," he said, trying to keep with the making conversation. "Remind me, are you in school now?"