Burt helps him to the couch where they cover him in icepacks, ignoring his bitching, and dose him up on pain killers. They let him nap, but they wake him up every now and then to check they still can.

Kurt's sitting on the couch with him, listlessly flicking through channels on the TV, when Finn calls. Puck can feel the guilt even through the phone, hear it in the awkward pauses and the stuttering apology. He's heard about what happened from Kurt; Puck pretended to be asleep through that phone call.

"I fucked your girlfriend and lied about it," Puck cheerfully reminds him.

Kurt drops the remote and gapes at him. "Puck!"

"Too much? It's true though. And he's being all guilty at me. I'm a big boy. I know what I'm doing."

"That's debatable," Kurt says dryly, recovering from his surprise and returning his attention to channel surfing.

Finn sighs. "So you still won't quit the team?"

"No. I still won't quit."

"Are you sure?"

Puck rolls his eyes – well, his eye. The other one's half closed from bruising. "Yes, I'm sure. Finn, trust me. I can handle this."

"You shouldn't have to."

Puck doesn't have anything to say to that. He lies and tells Finn his battery's dying so he can hang up.

Kurt gives him a searching look, but doesn't say anything. He offers Puck the remote control. It feels like a bribe.

"It's not Finn's fault," Puck confesses, eventually. "He thinks it's some sorta loyalty thing, that they're punishing me for being shitty to him. Like they care that I broke the bro code. And it sucks, because he's being... I fucked up, when I...with Quinn, and he's just... It's like it never happened. I did a fucking stupid, horrible thing and he's still..."

"Finn's still your friend. He still cares about you. And you don't feel like you deserve that."

Puck nods, feeling awkward.

"Is it Finn in particular, or do you really not believe you're worth anything at all?" He's still giving him that penetrating look, and his voice has an indignant edge.

"Kurt..."

Kurt holds his head up, proud and stubborn. "I care about you, Noah Puckerman."

Puck stares at him, uncomprehending. "But I was a dick to you, for years. I threw you in the dumpster. I pelted you with piss balloons. I nailed your lawn furniture to the fricking roof."

"Are you sorry?"

"Yes. You know I am."

"And are you going to do it again? Any of it, to anyone?"

Thinking about it makes Puck feel sick. "No. Fuck... No."

Kurt shifts and tucks his legs up under him. He looks smaller, curled in on himself. He always looks small to Puck now. He doesn't know how he never saw it before, how vulnerable he is. "I forgave you. We don't need to dwell on that anymore. You've changed. You're becoming a different person. I hope eventually you'll be able to see that for yourself."