This is the second diversion from the ongoing storyline.

"Okay, Mr. Puckerman," a guy wearing a business suit and glasses said. Puck noticed that his tie didn't really match his shirt and his hairline looked like it wanted to recede but hadn't quite got around to it yet. Maybe he was just focusing on these details so he wouldn't get his hopes up. "He's ready. Come with me, please."

Puck followed, sparing a nod for the man, as he was led into a maze of back rooms and finally to one at the end of a corridor.

"I'll give you a moment," the man said, opening the door, "before I come back to explain maintenance and our return policy."

Puck snorted. Like he would return it after everything he'd gone through. Then he was through the door, and choking off a sob at the sight of the man looking out the window. The California sunlight hit his face perfectly and Puck's knees went so weak that he stumbled into the exam table next to him.

"Noah," the man said softly, with a hint of sadness. He moved forward carefully as if not to scare Puck away.

As if Puck would leave after all that hard work and sacrifice. "I sold it," he confessed, wishing he could remember all those words, those better words, he'd practiced in the mirror every day for five years.

The man frowned, his brow at just the same angle of confusion that Puck remembered. "Sold what?"

"Everything," Puck replied, breathing out heavily as the weight of guilt lifted. "Our condo, all our things, the car. I sold everything and I worked three jobs just to get enough money to bring you back." He chuckled sadly, "And it's not even really you."

"Hey, don't do that," the man argued softly, getting close enough to reach out and lay his hand on Puck's shoulder. It was warmer than he thought it'd be.

"But you're-"

"I know. Believe me, two months of daily visits with the psychologist made me very aware of what I am now," interrupted the man. "And it's not how I imagined growing old with you, but it's better than nothing, right?"

Puck nodded and took Kurt's hand in his, marveling a little at how real the skin felt. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Kurt stepped closer and replied, "Well, stepping into the brain scanner at Artie's science show, obviously. They haven't told me how long it was between then and when I - I died."

"Not that long," Puck assured him, standing up straighter so they could face each other eye to eye like Puck remembered. "Seven months."

"Did we manage to go through with the wedding? Please tell me you didn't just spend almost a million dollars because I freaked out and left you at the altar or something and you just had to have me back as your personal sex bot. God, I would be so embarrassed!"

Puck looked, really looked, at Kurt's expression and saw that same wry humor as always. Laughing loudly before silencing himself, "Puck asked, it really is you, isn't it?"

Kurt nodded. "I hope so."

Puck left his me too silent, instead wiping a tear from his face and saying, "We did. Get married, I mean." He pulled at the chain around his neck, tugging it out of his shirt to reveal the slim silver band it was threaded through. "This is yours. I couldn't bury it with you."

"Oh!" Kurt cried, his lips pressed together with emotion. "It's perfect!"

"You picked it out."

Kurt laughed and nodded. "Of course I did." He wiped at his face, even though it was dry, like he should be crying and wasn't. "Can I have it back? Unless that's too weird for you, I mean."

Puck shrugged and undid the clasp at the back of his neck and let the ring fall off and into his palm. "It's a little weird," he admitted as he took Kurt's hand in his. "But that's cool. I just hope you don't mind the shithole of an apartment I've been living in while you were gone."

"While I was gone," Kurt repeated, watching as Puck slipped the ring onto his finger. "Sounds so much better than the truth."

"It's the way I had to think about it, you know?"

After a long pause where Kurt nodded and turned his ring around his finger with the other hand, he asked, "Will you kiss me? I'm sort of afraid it won't feel the same and you'll hate me and I'd rather get that over with right away if you don't mind."

"I don't mind." Puck had the same fears, that he'd gone through heartbreak and five long years of waiting only to be horribly disappointed, but he'd rather rip that band aid off as soon as possible, too. He took both of Kurt's hands in his and leaned forward to press a soft kiss against Kurt's lips.

Kurt kissed back and when Puck pulled away, he asked, "Well?"

Licking his lips, Puck replied, "Tastes different, but otherwise exactly the same."

A brilliant smile lit up Kurt's face, both joy and relief evident as he pulled Puck into a tight hug. "Will you take me home now?"

"Of course, babe. Of course I will."

As the couple walked away from the American Robotics and Cybernetics building, all shared smiles and hopeful hand-squeezes, Kurt spoke up again. "Oh, I wanted to ask you. Did you tell them to make my penis bigger?"

Puck grinned and hailed a cab. "I have no idea what you're talking about."