The fuck are you talking about?

"Even though I know, I don't wanna know. Yeah, I guess I know. I just hate how it sounds."

Who? Mike and Puck
What? Sometimes you can't make it on your own.
When? After this
Where? Puck's apartment

Puck was fucking miserable, and it had very little to do with his concussion at this point. Blaine had confirmed to him that he and Kurt weren't coming back to California anytime soon, and to be honest, being without his best friend this damn long while he was already feeling like crap and dealing with a lot of major changes in his life was one of the worst things he could think of. Blaine understood him like no one else ever had, and it sucked not being able to hash out how he was feeling with him at this point.

Still, Mike had been by to check on Puck pretty much every day since he got out of the hospital, and at least there was that. Puck wasn't used to having anyone other than Blaine checking in on him like that. Not that he and Mike hadn't been close friends before, but their friendship had really grown as Mike had helped him begin to sort through the mess of thoughts in his mind. It was a relief that, even with Blaine gone, Puck wasn't alone.

Still, hearing that there was no telling when Kurt and Blaine would be back had served to put Puck in a shit mood from hell. He understood why what he had done had pissed Kurt off so much, and he hated that it had happened, but that didn't change how fucking badly he wanted his BFF around.

The doorbell rang, and Puck rose from his comfy chair in the living room to answer it. It was always good to see Mike on the other side, but Puck was in a hell of a mood. "Hey, dude," Puck said lamely. "Come on in. What's up?"
Worried close

"Oh my head it won’t stop aching, and im sat here, licking my wounds."

Who: Mike Chang and Noah Puckerman
What: That awkward moment where your BFF's boyfriend gives you a concussion
Where: Emergency Room, Cedars-Sinai Hospital
When: Aftermath of THIS
Rating: Probably high

When Puck had been knocked out on the sidewalk and Mike couldn't rouse him with some shouting of his name and shaking him, he ended up calling 911 for an ambulance. They had both been drinking with dinner, so it was either this or a cab and there was no way he could have hauled Puck's ass into a cab while he was unconscious to get him to the hospital. By that time, they had more than created a scene once people realised it had been Kurt Hummel who had just been there, and he apparently just punched someone. But no one had noticed Kurt long enough to really be sure it actually happened. Mike knew it happened, though, and holy shit, he had hoped it wouldn't have come to this.

After they got to the ER, though, they shunted Mike to the nearest waiting room because he wasn't family and told him to wait until Puck saw a doctor. At least, by the, Puck had regained consciousness but he was a bit out of it. Kurt had to have hit him damn hard. It was only now, nearly two hours later, that a nurse finally came to get Mike and told him he could see Puck. He hurried into the bay the nurse led him to in the busy ER and found Puck propped up on a bed there with a bandage around his head looking very worse for wear and groggy.

"Dude... just... dude..." was all Mike could say, shaking his head in disbelief. "Are you okay? What did they say?"