Puck didn't totally understand the ins and outs of Kurt's illness, but he did understand that he had a very unhealthy concept of food and eating, and he couldn't help the distinct feeling that Blaine's drawing attention to Kurt and how much he was eating and what he was eating could only be making things worse. His eyes didn't leave Kurt until a balled up napkin was hitting him, and he glanced back at Blaine, rolling his eyes jokingly. "Dude, I thought so, but I didn't wanna assume, and then be wrong. Believe it or not, I do listen to you, but there was an almost endless stream of information about how awesome Kurt is coming out of your mouth from the minute you met him. I had a hard time keeping it all straight," he teased.

And then Blaine was pushing the Quinn issue just a little more, and Puck shook his head with a grin. Relentless. That was definitely Blaine. "Yeah," he said, turning to glance at Quinn's dress. He couldn't deny she looked absolutely fucking gorgeous. The dress fit all her curves in all the right places, and if she had been anybody else, he probably would've already tried his hand at getting up the skirt of that dress already. But as it stood, this was a person who meant a lot to Kurt, and honestly, who was already beginning to mean a lot to him, and he didn't just want to fuck her and be done with it. This was different.

"That's really impressive, dude," Puck replied honestly. "How do you manage to juggle all that? You've gotta be some kind of master schedule maker or something. I'd lose my mind." Giving Blaine a wink, he added, "Hell, it's enough just managing my work schedule and keeping up with Captain Bouncy von Blainers over here."

And that was when Kurt excused himself from the table. Puck's eyes immediately darted to Quinn's with concern. This wasn't good.