Puck leaves quickly for the shower, and Sam spends a moment blinking dumbly, alone in the living room. Puck is staying with him, and this should feel like a victory, but it strangely doesn't. Sam feels kind of sick, because he thinks Puck is mad at him, and he hates when Puck is mad at him. He also is pretty sure none of this is his fault, so he gets up and follows Puck to the shower, shedding his boxers and socks somewhere in the hallway, and steps under the warm spray with him. He tentatively stands behind him and wraps his arms around Puck's waist, mouthing at the back of his neck.

"Can you stop being mad at me now? We have a whole night to ourselves. Unless..." He stops kissing Puck, pulling his arms away as he picks up their bottle of shampoo and proceeds to squirt it on the wall. "Unless you wanna go over to Quinn's and put your dick in her vagina. You can go if you want. I'll just go to bed... alone... and throw up on your sheets... and cry..."