"I was there for B when he was recovering from other people trying to destroy him. I wasn't there in the part of his life where he was trying to destroy himself, too. I don't know if I could've handled that to be honest. I would've done all I could to help him, but it would've killed me knowing my boy didn't want to live anymore. By the time he came into my life, he'd found his will to live again. And I just helped him through the hard times. We ended up becoming a part of each other's lives in this weird way... It's more like brothers than friends. I would do anything to protect him, but there comes a point where you can't protect him anymore. You have to trust other people and hope like hell that things work out okay." Puck's eyes were misty as he spoke, and he wiped at them weakly. "I'm not going to lie and say I'm not scared he'll get hurt again, because I know that's always a possibility. But I think Kurt's realizing that he needs Blaine, and I won't spite either of them what they have in each other. Sometimes, when the whole world seems like shit, it has to be nice to have that person who makes you feel better, even if it's just for a little while."

When she answered in the affirmative, Puck very slowly opened his arms, sliding one gently underneath her waist, the other sliding over to slide his fingers through each other behind her back for a moment, making sure she was close to his chest before his hand came up to gently stroke her hair back from her face. Without even knowing what made him do it, he leaned in close and pressed a kiss to her forehead, and another to her temple. He needed more than anything to not be alone tonight, and for Quinn to know that she wasn't alone either.