Without even knowing why, Puck reached out to put an arm around Quinn, giving her shoulders a warm and gentle squeeze as he did so. "It's messed up how his brain does that to him," he said softly. "It breaks my heart for the guy. He's too small as it is already... Blaine thinks he's just naturally really slender, but that's not... It's not natural. He's too thin... You take one look at him, and it's like he's gonna blow away in a freakin' wind or something."

Running his hand over his close-cropped hair, Puck met Quinn's gaze, shaking his head. "Blaine won't turn his back on him. If anything, he'll just fight that much harder for him. He's fucking nuts about him, Quinn. I just... I don't know how to get that through to Kurt, and honestly, I don't know if we can... If this illness is so strong that he can't even hear normal conversations, then how in the world are those voices gonna shut up long enough for anyone to get through to him if they're talking about the illness?"

"As small as he is, he makes Blaine look less thin, and B's in really good shape. I just don't... What can we do, Quinn? Seriously? I feel like we should do something, but nothing I can think of would work."