"Don't wanna go," Sam says, whining again as he stumbles alongside Puck, his hand held against his chest with the ice and napkin. "I can help you get our stuff. Where's Quinn? Why did you buy her a ring? Stop walking so fast. Puck, are you mad at me?" Sam leans over and tries to lick Puck's ear. "Don't be mad at me. I love you. Please. You're a jerk. Let's go home and sleep." The cool night air hits Sam when they finally get outside, making him feel slightly less nauseous. "Did Quinn go home? Did she leave because of me?" He stops talking when he gets dumped unceremoniously into Puck's car, but only for a moment. He grabs Puck's arm and tries to pull him inside with him. "Come here. I miss you. You're so hot."