"Well, whatever she wants to do, you gotta do it, right?" It's always what she wants. He doesn't blame her - she doesn't even know what's going on, that Puck's still cheating on her despite letting the groupies go - but. Sam can't lie to himself and pretend he doesn't want everything she has. She has Puck in a way that he doesn't, and that's just how things are. He looks at Puck's nipple ring, his fingers suddenly itching to touch him, but he doesn't. The door is open, and even if they locked it... "Anyone could find us, Puck. The employees have a key and you know that security guy will unlock anything for Quinn if she bats an eye at him." Kind of like how you are with her.

Sam stays put, still looking at Puck's golden skin highlighted with a sheen of sweat. "I just need to get drunk, okay? Quinn's out there, just - go be with her. Don't get careless now, we've done such a great job pretending in front of the world so far." He has a sudden intense desire to just kiss Puck with the door wide open, or maybe drag him on stage and kiss him in front of everyone to see, but he'd never do that to him. Puck would never forgive him and he'd never forgive himself. "Just don't screw this up now."